Tales from the hormonal birthday girl

1.  My birthday was yesterday...I am 34.  In 4 days my brother (the youngest sibling) turns 30, and I will officially enter the ranks of The Middle Aged.  I had a very nice, if quiet, birthday (Boe was asleep most of the day)...we went to breakfast together and I puttered around the house while Boe slept, then he took me to dinner when he got up and he gave me a card that told me that he's in the process of buying me an engagement ring.  When we first got engaged, what we could afford was a really pretty white topaz set in white gold.  It was quite the stunner and we weren't going into hock for what basically amounts to graphite gone snooty.  However, it turns out that I am ridiculously hard on hand jewelry and now the corners of the facets on the white topaz are ground down to cloudiness.  So I really did need a diamond in any replacement engagement ring -- you might be asking why I just didn't purchase a loose diamond and have the ring remounted; well, the white topaz was about 4 carats.  No way in Hades we will ever be able to afford a diamond that large, and even if we could I would become incredibly paranoid about losing it.  So the engagement ring Boe picked out was perfect -- white gold, a round solitaire, a good carat weight (large enough to be pretty and proportionate to my hand size, small enough to still be affordable).  And he should have it out of layaway by Christmas!

2.  Still want kids.  OMG, I still want kids.

3.  My next math test is Monday at 8 AM.  Pray for me.