Countdown to 40

In less than 10 days, I will be six months away from turning 40 years old. For those who say 40 is the new 30, I say go fuck yourself.

I never imagined I would actually, someday, be 40. Not in a morbid sense -- I just never pictured myself old enough to be that old. I think I'm still in a state of denial, which is why I decided to start blogging about my last six months of thirty-hood.

In terms of where my life is today at age 39 and almost a half, I have to admit, I feel like I'm more or less where I should be: I am married with two children and a vice president at a PR agency in NYC. So, this isn't about feeling like I haven't accomplished enough...though, of course there is a ton I want still want to do with my life...

No, it's really much simpler than that. And a lot more superficial. I've begun to realize that I'm now starting to look almost 40.

I'm not sure when it happened. Up until recently I would get "oh, I thought you were around 32" and my all-time low happened this summer when my dad's business associate thought I was "29". 29!!

But then, about 8 months ago, I had my second baby, and well, sleep has been almost non-existent, and life seems to have gotten infinitely more stressful on every level, and it's all starting to show....on my face.

Wrinkles:

Laugh lines, crows feet, fine lines: I've got them all. But the funny thing is I didn't even notice them until I recently had dinner with a very dear friend who is also turning 40 this year. She is slightly (very) obsessed with looking old and her skin care regime and was lamenting over the wrinkles she had...I honestly hadn't noticed hers. But, when I got home, I looked in the mirror and saw mine. All of mine. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy. And thus, and my obsession began.