Twenty something.

It’s been awhile since I last wrote something. It’s not my fault really, Matt said I shouldn’t write anything until I have something to say, which makes sense and all. I used to feel I should write something everyday, not sure why.

Any who it’s my last day as a 26 year old girl, tomorrow I hit the big 27, yeah I know no biggy, but I had goals to reach by 27 and it was pretty hard to make them this past year. I believe if my body didn’t hurt so freaking much, I would have fulfilled those goals. It sucks feeling the way I do sometimes.

One huge goal I wanted to do by the age 27 was have another baby. I have extended it for another year, Matt and I are on the same page and hopefully soon I’ll be announcing theres a baby on the way soon enough, well not that soon, maybe in a year.

I think about having another child all the time, I wish things were different and I could have had one 4 years ago. The relationship between Hannah and a possible brother or sister might have been better. Who knows I was close in age with my sister and we fought like a mothabiotch. Now we get along, but that was thrown in there just to prove, that having kids close together isn’t always best in order to have� a good relationship.Not to mention how hard it must be to raise a bunch of kids, toddlers, infants at the same time….forget about it! I am amazed with my mom, when I think about it.
I’m a huge believer that things happen for a reason, so life has taken me here so far, for a reason. I’ll just have to trust things will play out as they are supposed to, and have faith.

So begone to 26, and bring on 27, I wish for the best, and hope to get past those goals. Maybe this is the year.