It's my birthday and I'll blog if I want to...

Today I am 25 years old.

On the day my mother turned 25, she gave birth to me, her first child, at 11:20 p.m.

It's 11:14 p.m. I'm glad I'm not on the verge of having my first child, even though I always thought it would be so cool to have a kid on my twenty-fifth birthday, too. Or maybe I'm just telling myself I'm glad. If I had have been married for a few years, I probably would have planned to have my first child as close to May 2, 2005 as possible. But, then again, maybe not.

Who knows? Maybe I'll have my first on May 2, 2010. Or 2015, even.

It's 11:20 p.m. Happy Birthday to me. (And my mom.)