My birthday is coming up soon.
Which means I'll be a year older.
That year older means I'll be 27.
I'm not complaining about getting old.
I'm freaking because it means another year closer to the age of 30 which is my mark to have a baby by then.
FREAKING. OUT. COMPLETELY.
I like being just the couple. Of course I want to have babies. But it seems like it's soooo close!
I still have two years to travel as much and enjoy our husband and wife time.
OK. Not freaking out much anymore!