My birthday is getting closer and closer and I'm dreading it more every day. Last year, when I turned 30, it was just about my worst birthday ever. I only had 3 people wish me a happy birhday - 1 co-worker, my mom and husband. It was almost 2 months after my miscarriage and I was mourning that loss. I was hoping that I would be pregnant by then and when I wasn't it just made me more depressed.
Every year as I grow older I am getting less likely to get pregnant. It gets more and more difficult to get pregnant every year after 30. I've wanted to be a mom since I was 5 and the chance that it might never happen really scares me.
I hate getting older.