The Scientist turned 30 today. We celebrated yesterday by going out for brunch with K. & T. He bought a 350GB hard drive for his major birthday present but I also got him some device that brings the TV signal directly to his computer and also got him some rock band t-shirts (so he can dress like a rocker even if he is thirty).

I made a special pasta dinner (fusili pasta, homemade white sauce with parmesan cheese, cremini mushrooms, broccoli, and shrimp) and we had chocolate cake with fresh strawberries on top for dessert. I even sang, although there were no candles.

I spent most of his birthday watching a marathon of my new very favorite show, What Not to Wear on BBC America. This is not to be confused with the American version that airs on TLC. The British original is much, much better.

The hosts, Trinny and Susannah, secretly film a person (nominated by friends and family) who needs a style overhaul. They semi-humiliate the person and make her (only one show has featured a man) confront her style inadequacies. They then give her style rules and �2,000 (about US$3,000) to spend on new clothes.

She goes shopping and they swoop in to offer suggestions, reject selections, and pick out various items. At the end, we see the finished result as well as a follow-up to see if the person continues with or abandons their new style.

It's fantastic. Trinny and Susannah are hilarious. Very brutal at times, but also caring. They want each and every person to look their absolute best (sometimes in spite of themselves).

In fact, it inspired me to go through my wardrobe and get rid of tons of stuff. The Scientist helped me and we made a project of it, doing his clothes as well. Some of the things I got rid of still fit me, but were out of date or completely unflattering. Other things haven't fit for years. It was amazing.

In the end, we had three black lawn-sized trash bags full of clothes, two brown paper shopping bags full of shoes, and assorted other things, including five plastic filing boxes, random speakers and headphones, and miscellaneous household items.

I actually expected Mother's Day today to be harder than it was. I had a brief chat with my mom, but most of the day was spent ignoring it completely. Surprisingly I didn't cry or get depressed. I think I was too busy purging my closet.

I'm going back to the doctor this week for a consultation (bringing The Scientist along this time) and we're hoping to get a referral to a fertility specialist. Maybe next Mother's Day will be more joyful.