To kid, or not to kid
That is the question.
I went to a work function on Friday night and a tipsy mother of two implored me to have a child. Even as her husband was dragging her out the door, she made a break back towards me to reinforce her impassioned plea.
This is not an isolated incident. People with children spend a lot of time telling people without children that they need to have them.
Which stresses me out, quite frankly.
Until I met The Spark, I was working towards dying alone surrounded by dogs.
Furthermore, I have had two surgeries on my uterus that make it less of a cradle for humanity and more of a Bride of Frankenstein.
I am turning 37 next year which means I am probably as fertile as Fukushima but that doesn’t stop me from fretting. It’s the worst kind of FOMO.
‘It’s the hardest/best thing you’ll ever do’, ‘You’ll never feel love like this again’, ‘You’ll know what you were put on earth for’.
Sounds a little bit like a big weekend on ecstasy, if you ask me.
Because that’s the other thing – the come down. Post-natal depression, horror birth stories, 10 years of no sleep, never being able to travel, the fact that your kid might turn out to be evil like in every horror movie ever made.
What’s a girl with rapidly declining ovum to do?
Do you have any advice for me? Or perhaps an infant you can loan me that has my eyes?