Signs that you are getting older

For a few years now, Iíve been eagerly denying the idea that I am going to get older. I know it will happen eventually, but in my head, Iím the same person who I was when I was 18 years old and going off to college. I try to imagine that nothing but my experiences have changed, but this week woke me up to a whole new world of reality, and I have to say, I think the aging process in sneaking up on me faster than I thought.

I know Iím still early on the journey, but the first sign of my trek up the hill came just a few days ago. New Yearís Eve was a big test on the age scale, and we failed. On Monday, my husband and I contemplated the many options of things that we could do for New Yearís Eve. There are always the obvious choices Ė parties, clubs or anything that involves a lot of champagne and a drunken New Yearís countdown.

We chose, instead, to stay at home and watch some movies. We could have stayed up to welcome in the new year, but after imbibing one glass of wine, we realized that the baby was sleeping, the house was empty and we would never have a better opportunity to catch up on our sleep, so by 10 p.m., we were both out cold. Of course, I suppose that the reason for that could be because of our almost two year old son, an individual with so much energy that I often feel tired just trying to keep up with him.

I might have been able to convince myself that it was just my child and not the age thing catching up to me, but yesterday I found myself doing something inexplicable. Despite the fact that I always hated hearing the same comments, lately Iíve found myself asking my unmarried friends when theyíre finally going to get married. I got married at the age of 21, which I thought would leave relatively little time for people to ask me these questions, but for at least two years before the wedding, people would constantly ask some form of the question, many of which mixed in some sort of religious philosophy. Once a couple is married, you have to ask when they are going to have a baby and the minute the baby is born, you ask about subsequent children.

I always promised myself I would never ask those questions, especially since I am currently hearing the ďwhen are you going to have another babyĒ question almost constantly lately. However for some reason, which completely escapes me, I have been unable to stop myself. Two of my friends got married this summer and I have been asking the baby question quite a bit. I donít want to be the nosy person who has to know the intimate details of my friendsí personal lives, but the question manages to slip from my lips as if of its own accord. I feel like that nosy aunt who always wants first dibs on the latest gossip.

I guess some things are unavoidable. But, after giving it some thought, I guess I would rather be the sober, well rested, slightly inquisitive individual I am today than the sleep deprived, one-sip-of-wine-and-Iíll-pass-out person who I was at 18.

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