I’m 33. I always wanted kids. I’ve worked with kids of all ages, and have always believed I’d have a family. My husband is R-E-A-D-Y to have a family, like 3 years ago. But for some stupid reason, I’m not.
I always thought the ‘biological clock’ was this feeling you’d get when you look at kids, a nurturing, wanting, sweet feeling. Like – awwww, so cute! I want one of those!!!
Not for me. The biological clock is more like a time bomb that has backed me into a $%#!! corner and is screaming in my face – if you EVER want to do this, you better do it NOW or you’ll never do it!
I would give a lot for an extra 10 years here. I’m not done growing up. I want to play, I like having money to travel and go out and have freedom and live my life and exercise and do whatever-the-hell-i-want-whenever-i-want. I’m NOT READY. But like it or not, my husband and I made an agreement that by June, we’d ‘pull the goalie’. June is in 2 months. Wonder if it’s a coincidence that I’ve planned my triathlon for the end of June?
So, I’m looking forward to having kids. Just not looking forward to losing a part of my life that I really enjoy.