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BLOG | It’s my birthday. I am 35 years old today. Jen Selk is 35. THE BLOG jenselk.com IS TEN. Believe it!

We are both sailing into our twilight years, Internet people. We are riding the wind.

I always have trouble with these birthday posts. It feels like they are required, and yet, I’m always wholly uninspired. I never feel like I have anything to say.

I truly don’t mind getting older.
The Crypt Keeper. Jen Selk is 35 birthday post.

Jen Selk in 2015. Erm, I mean, the Crypt Keeper.

There are some sad things about this birthday, mostly related to the stuff I wrote about in my last post, but in general, aging is surprisingly enjoyable. (If I live to be REALLY old, I’ll probably need to revise that opinion, but for now, I’m sticking with it.) And I’m lucky. I look young. Since I fail to enjoy so many little markers of privilege (not white, not thin, just for a start) I’ll take it, even though it’s obviously a ridiculous thing to worry about. Still, it does allow me to make a lot of “old” jokes. Today’s went like this:  “I’m getting so old. I’m basically the Crypt Keeper at this point. In a few years, I’ll probably be a ghost.”

That’s me. Super hilarious.

Anyway, one thing that’s different this time around is that I have some news. It’s been on the DL long enough, I think…

I’m pregnant. Knocked up. Harbouring a fugitive.

Up the duff. In a delicate condition. BAKING. With child, as it were. (To compile this list, I Googled “euphemisms for pregnant”, just so you know. Don’t do it. It’s stupid.)

I’m about 6.5 months in to this “geriatric pregnancy” (actual real medical term) and I haven’t told that many people. So consider this your official notice.

Additional info is available on this vaguely humorous website we made. It’s entitled OUR PARASITIC SPAWN. (That’s where the image above is from, because again, I’m HILARIOUS.) What can I say? Being pregnant is some crazy ass nonsense. And I’m sure having an actual kid will be even worse.

At the same time, there are so many people who want kids and haven’t been able to have them, who have had traumatic pregnancy experiences, and who just don’t want to hear about it, so it’s not always easy to talk about. I’ve kept it quiet for a lot of reasons.

Nonetheless, congratulations ME, right?

Chalkin’ up another year. Growin’ another human. Doin’ all the shit. It’s all happening. I guess that’s all I have to say about that. If anybody needs me, I’ll be eating cake.