So. I’m thirty. Yep. It happened over the weekend. Do I feel any different? No. I feel like once Andy was born, that was the change in my life that made me feel older and different. There is one slowly sneaking change that I have noticed. I like to call it the crazy brain. Being a woman, with the hormones and all, sometimes my mind races. When I was younger it used to be about boys or school and most often ended with my emotions coming out my eyeballs with either a Fiona Apple or Alanais Morissette song playing in the background—quite unnecessarily dramatic, as most teenagers are. As I have gotten older, my crazy brain will not shut off. I blame the pregnancy and lack of sleep for officially putting me over the edge. There were nights where I would just lay there thinking about all the things I wanted to do the next day. Lists upon lists. Now, being a stay at home mom/blogger, I am just coming up with crazy brain thoughts. For example, the other day driving with Andy in the car, screaming his head off as I waited for my iced coffee in the Starbuck’s …

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