So today I had a moment during my day where I was like, "Oh my goodness, I am going to be 30 in seven months." I am not sur whether to be sad about this or happy. I mean, turning 30 is better than the alternative of not seeing 30, right? I am trying to remain positive about this. But for some reason turning 30 feels like I have to be a "real grown up." My husband asked me if I want to have a big party or keep it small, or at all. Not sure what to do about that. Eeeekkkk! I guess I just needed to get that out there!