Random Thoughts about 30

I woke up Friday morning excited to get around and out the door with my chocolate covered strawberries, I was going to Swartz Creek for lunch with Andrea and Kaylynn as well as Cheryl and Britta. A lovely Friday afternoon spent with just girls, in the comfort of Andrea's home bonding over yummy chicken salad sandwhiches and strawberry shortcake. There was a time during the conversation that I just sat back and listened and thought to myself how we used to talk about parties, and weekend get-aways, and trips to new bars together, but now it is all about children and husbands and work. We've reached the beginning of our 30s, when did that happen? How can I possibly be months away from turning 30? I'll admit I still need my parents, I lean on them for far more then they did their parents when they were 30. Isn't 30 supposed to be a another step further to middle adulthood, where families are growing, homes are expanding, careers are well underway? I still feel like a young adult, we just bought our house, we are just starting a family, my career is just starting. All the milestones that one should reach by 30 are just starting for us, but 30 is so, just so adult like. I just don't know, I find myself more confused than ever before and I'm exploring who I am all over again, weren't you supposed to know that by the end of high school? Everyone says 30 isn't that bad, that 30 is the new 20, even I have been on this band wagon telling friends its not that bad, life starts when you make it happen, not by a number. Perhaps my thoughts come from too many hormones racing through my pregnant body, perhaps its fear of becoming a mother, or perhaps it's all just crap?!