My 30th birthday is just around the corner (on Sunday). I always thought I'd make a big deal out of my 30th, that I'd have a big celebration with lots of people and feel somehow different. However, this birthday is farther from my mind than any other birthday I can think of.

Rather than doing anything terribly exciting, I'll be going to a graduation party, then to my parents' house for dinner with the family. Not too different from any other Sunday in the summer. I will probably still be comatose from going to Rock the Garden the night before. Andrew Bird doesn't come on till 8:30, which is about a half-hour before I can no longer keep my eyes open anymore.

I'm not sure turning 30 makes me feel any older at all. Being pregnant makes me feel unfathomably older, and I still sort of feel like it's impossible that I could actually be at an age when one has a baby. I always thought I'd have to have everything figured out before taking that step and then sometime in the recent past I realized I will never have everything figured out and, by the way, nobody else will either. It's sort of freeing to realize that some amount of cluelessness is just part of the human condition.