My 30th Birthday

Today is my 30th Birthday. Last night I felt quite tearful about leaving my 20s behind but today I feel great about it. I remembered how long I seem to have been 20-something for. A lifetime! And I have all that time again now in my 30s. I would not return to my early 20s even if someone paid me a large amount of money - not unless I could re-write it, and maybe meet Adrian a few years earlier while we were both living in York.

I had a party on Sunday at the Rye Hotel. They lost the booking and had given the area we asked for to another party. Amusingly, Katie had taken a cake there for me in the morning, which they had taken without question, assuming it was for the other party! It all worked out though as we just took over a load of benches in the beer garden and the weather was just good enough to get away with it.

30 was my deadline for having a baby. I really wanted to be a mum by the time I was 30. I didn't expect to be pregnant before I even reached 29, but hey, that was a bonus! Then, in the early days of my pregnancy, when I was still getting used to the idea, I wondered what the rush had been about. Well, I am glad I rushed - we're back to that worry that if I had held off, my little Freyja would not be here today, and I can't bear that thought. I am so happy with my life at the moment. I love Adrian and I love our daughter. I'll stop gushing now.

It's great being 30!