
It was my birthday yesterday and my age, scary....well in three years I'd be thirty. I have so much to accomplish in 3 years because a few goals have been set through to that time.
Back to my birthday, well i didnt realise a lot of people cared about me....I had to constantly ask callers to introduce themselves (well i deleted half the people in my contact list).
It started with my mum calling, then brothers, sisters, friends, etc etc....
Surprises- got loads of presents including snake charming and belly dancing lessons in Morroco (unusual), perfumes, candles, a weekend club hopping including the famous funky Buddha amongst others....every gift was well appreciated. In fact the finest things in life are simple. The thought is what counts.
I must admit the effort i have put in eating this past week and I am still a size 8, I am not even growing....
The highlight of my birthday was between 6pm and 7pm, its was nice to finally have a "proper" birthday (whichever way you interprete that)....
The issue now is the fear of ageing,,,i miss my 21st birthday....! No one addresses me as young girl anymore....the issue of my mum desperately seeking a grandchild from me is another kettle of fish all together.
Well i have started making enquiries about possible sperm donors...I have made a list of possible candidates but they dont really fit the bid...I mean he doesnt have to be perfect, just a few prerequisites that includes : a 6 ft4 Caucasian preferably Irish, financially and physically handsome, freckle free, blue/green eyes, NO tattoos, social drinker, Non Smoker, drugs a NO NO (what sort of child will i bear? Not ready for a demented child....ah yes...educated..at least to Degree level (ideally a doctorate student would be preferred), Should have invented something useful, must love art, a perfect cook...no Jamie Oliver impersonator..infact he should rival Gary Rhodes...er...er........this would suffice for now.... I am not asking for too much....i want the perfect baby!
As I have been given a deadline or an ultimatum.....whatever they call it*
Back to my birthday, well i didnt realise a lot of people cared about me....I had to constantly ask callers to introduce themselves (well i deleted half the people in my contact list).
It started with my mum calling, then brothers, sisters, friends, etc etc....
Surprises- got loads of presents including snake charming and belly dancing lessons in Morroco (unusual), perfumes, candles, a weekend club hopping including the famous funky Buddha amongst others....every gift was well appreciated. In fact the finest things in life are simple. The thought is what counts.
I must admit the effort i have put in eating this past week and I am still a size 8, I am not even growing....
The highlight of my birthday was between 6pm and 7pm, its was nice to finally have a "proper" birthday (whichever way you interprete that)....
The issue now is the fear of ageing,,,i miss my 21st birthday....! No one addresses me as young girl anymore....the issue of my mum desperately seeking a grandchild from me is another kettle of fish all together.
Well i have started making enquiries about possible sperm donors...I have made a list of possible candidates but they dont really fit the bid...I mean he doesnt have to be perfect, just a few prerequisites that includes : a 6 ft4 Caucasian preferably Irish, financially and physically handsome, freckle free, blue/green eyes, NO tattoos, social drinker, Non Smoker, drugs a NO NO (what sort of child will i bear? Not ready for a demented child....ah yes...educated..at least to Degree level (ideally a doctorate student would be preferred), Should have invented something useful, must love art, a perfect cook...no Jamie Oliver impersonator..infact he should rival Gary Rhodes...er...er........this would suffice for now.... I am not asking for too much....i want the perfect baby!
As I have been given a deadline or an ultimatum.....whatever they call it*
M'je
