This is it. My twenties are over, and I am turning the ripe old age of 30 today. I’m not too broken up about it though. This is probably my best birthday ever because I get to spend it with my husband AND my son. This time last year I was wondering if I would ever get pregnant, and now Falco is here with us!

I’m writing this post on my birthday gift from Matt — my new MacBook! My old iBook was limping along, so this was an awesome gift. I also received 30 yellow roses from my mom and Mark this morning. I’m pretty sure that’s the most flowers I’ve ever gotten at one time. As for birthday festivities, Falco is taking a morning nap right now, and when he wakes up we’re going to have lunch at Mel’s Diner. I’m sure I mentioned here before that we were regulars there while I was pregnant, going multiple times every weekend, but this will be the first time for us to go since the boy was born. We probably won’t be able to play cards like we used to, but it should still be a good time.

I have had a sad realization in the past few days: I’m incredibly boring now. I was never all that exciting, but now that I spend all my time being a mom to a very young infant, I don’t ever have anything else to talk about besides that. That’s all well and good if I’m talking to Matt or a friend who also has a baby, but it makes me very uninteresting to my nonparent friends. I can totally understand why parents are really only friends with other parents; it’s hard to talk about anything else!