Real milestone- as August draws near we are approaching our 60th month of waiting. Nothing new to report. Nothing new to say about it.
Imaginary milestone- I turned 40 this month. No big deal. I think I expected a big deal of some kind. I don't know. Didn't feel particularly older or wiser. I liken it to the phenomenon of wedding let down. Young women look forward to their wedding day with such enthusiasm and zeal that the actual day, although amazing and beautiful, can't possibly live up to the fantasy they've created in their head. Turning 40 was kind of like that which is weird because I didn't have any 40 fantasies. I just know that it wasn't at all what I thought it would be.
