For whatever reason, this is the year I really started thinking about aging and all that comes with that—wrinkles, gray hair, and infertility. OK, I turned 32 today (so I’m not totally old) but if you had asked me 10 years ago what I thought my life would be like at this age, I would have put money on the fact that I’d be married with a couple of kids. 

Well, here I am—still single. I always wanted to be a young mom but it doesn’t look like that’s in the cards for me.  Heck, I might not ever marry. That’s a scary thought! I’m very traditional and I want to be a wife and a mom very much. And I prefer to get married at an age where it’s still acceptable to wear a big, poufy wedding gown. It’s also extremely important to me that my parents and grandma be in attendance. And I want them around to see me have children. I want them to be a part of my kids’ lives. 

Speaking of children, as many of you know it’s more difficult to get pregnant later in life and there are more health risks when you do. It’s a lot to think about so I try not to let it invade my thoughts more than once a week. 

Moving on to more superficial things, this year I’ve also started noticing gray hairs and wrinkles that weren’t there before.  I’ve taken to plucking out my gray hairs, unconcerned with that old wives’ tale about two sprouting in its place. I’ve also begun researching Botox. I have friends my age who regularly indulge in the wrinkle smoother.   think I can get away with putting off the poisonous toxin for a couple more years but honestly, I don’t like the forehead wrinkles and fine lines around my eyes I see when I look in the mirror.

Girls, am I alone here?  At what age did any of you start having these thoughts?