Now I am 30.

My twenties have now officially come and gone and I’ve entered the realm of 30. Honestly? I couldn’t be happier about it. Sure, it’d be nice to be turning 20 now instead of when I did, growing up savvier and with so many more information and opportunities at my disposal.

But I’m not, and wishing for it is just encroaching more on my thirties, so why bother.

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November is a pretty significant one for me this year. Permit me, for a second, to discount the horrific shit-abyss into which this year has descended and focus on some positives. Firstly it was my mum’s 60th birthday. Secondly, my girl Bee celebrated her one year anniversary and a year since I got to stand up with her while she became a Mrs. It’s my last full month at work until halfway into next year and the last full month before I become a mum.

It’s also *gulp* the last month of my twenties.

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Which started, like so many eras, with too much make up and too much cheap alcohol.

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A year ago today, I graduated from university and it got me thinking about accomplishments. I like to think I’ve had a decent amount of them in my time, not just academic but professional, personal and physical. However, none of those things- not even shaving half my head and dyeing the other half neon pink- were as much of a conversation starter as pregnancy.

Everyone has an opinion on pregnancy. Everyone has a personal story or anecdote, or know something that’s happened to someone else. Whatever it is, they’re just bursting to tell you. Most of it, admittedly, is well-intentioned. People might not mean to come across in a particular way. They might even think they’re being helpful.

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