This year, I have been unable to get the new year into my head. Every time I write the date, I write '09. I was suddenly blown away to realize that New Year's Eve 1989 was now over 20 years ago. Doesn't it seem like just yesterday that I was babysitting (yes, that was my exciting '89 New Year's Eve) for the DeMann's. 20 years? Yikes!
As I advance in years, past my ripe old age of 33, it gets harder and harder to comprehend that I'm not 23 anymore. I don't feel like 33. And when I was young, 33 sounded absolutely ancient. My profession doesn't make this any easier. I am meerly 1 1/2 years away from being considered "Elderly." Yes, all you women out there, if you deliver at 35 years old or more, we use terms like "Elderly Primigravida or Multigravida" and "Advanced Maternal Age" for you. This is not helping my complex right now. Fortunately, I have these lovely patients that ask me things like: "Are you old enough to do this?" and "You look like you're 18." or "How old are you anyway?" I blushingly have to respond that I'm older than they think, but thank them profusely anyway. Thanks to my patients for keeping me feeling young. You are good for my bruised ego.
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catching up on blogs - love this entry. esp as 35 is a few weeks away. i'm really "advanced maternal age?" that is crazy!!!!
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Wish we could come Spring Break, but we don't feel right leaving the kiddos and we don't feel up to tackling the journey with them. Thinking of you...both boys wore their Calvin sweatshirts this week. I tell them their Auntie Tricia is young and cool, so you are only as old as the world thinks you are. Caleb knows you are doctor, ride a bike, and have something to do with sweatshirts. -nsf
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