Yesterday was my birthday. My 34th birthday to be exact. I've never been big on celebrating birthdays, particularly the last couple of years since they served as a painful reminder of what I didn't have. But 34 is different. Gone are the birthdays of thinking, wishing, hoping, that I'll have a baby or at least be pregnant by my next birthday. That's not going to happen. So my wish for my 34th year is health and happiness, new experiences, and growing as a person. It's going to be an awesome year!