My husband will celebrate his 28th birthday in a couple of weeks, and I'm not far behind him. We've come to realize that we've reached an official turning point in our lives. We're "pushing 30."

I've already experienced my "quarter-life crisis," intense panic about getting married and doing something useful with my life. Pushing 30 is an entirely different animal from the quarter-life crisis. Pushing 30 is when you begin to suffer from back pain and find wrinkles staring at you in the mirror. It's when the friends you used to go clubbing with start having babies. It's when you start to enjoy watching romantic comedies. It's when your parents start to make sense.

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