It's a variety of factors, kick-started no doubt by the influx of baby pictures that roll all over Facebook (now renamed Babybook), coupled with my aunt being very ill, my grandfather dying, and perhaps just my ticking body clock - but something in me started to turn a few months ago.
The slow slide into, and quick fucking realisation that the time has come where I have to sort my ovaries out.
And that nagging sensation coming from my uterus that says: Peas, listen here you crazy bitch. I want you to want to have a baby. I want a fucking baby one day. Please can you want a baby one day
I'm 31. I'm not getting any fucking younger.
My friends have babies. Those who do can't really talk about anything but their babies.
I'm five steps behind. I'm not even married for crying out loud! Why can't the world just stop? Why can't time just stop, what the fuck is happening suddenly? WHY AM I PANICKING SUDDENLY?
IS THIS NORMAL?
I don't blame them. What else do you do when you're on maternity, wiping up vomit and crap? I just can't relate to it.
All I see is babies on Facebook. And for the first time in the 4 years I have had a Facebook account, I'm seriously considering getting off the fucking thing forever. I'm. So. Bored.
I don't have brothers and sisters. So if I don't have a baby one day, I will be old with no one else's children around me as a substitute.
My friends are slowly but surely taking the names I liked for my non-existent children.
Fuck not again. Another name I had liked gone. To some kid I will never meet, but see splayed across Facebook every day. Great.
I have endometriosis and I am now in my 30s. Do I freeze my eggs?
No. I need to pull my shit together. Acknowledge the fact I want children at some point, don't panic, don't think about my ovarian follicles and if my eggs will last another five years, and get my uterus fixed.
I have booked the appointment with the gynae surgeon here. And will get an op early January. No more excuses, no more dragging my heels. I will sort this fucking endometriosis out now.
I'm broody for my own child, but I don't like other people's children that much. Is that normal?
If I don't have children, will I have anything to live for when I'm old and my career is finished?
Fuck. Pregnancy gives you piles [trust me. You don't want one. Don't try to get one], and stretches your nethers out of shape. Why the hell would I want that?
Giving birth fucks you up.
God, and let's not even talk about private school education fees. In the UK.
Or teenage tantrums, or finding out my daughter took cocaine or something.
Would I even be a good parent? I don't know. Probably not actually.
I wouldn't be able to travel like I do anymore. Fuck! I would actually have to consider another human being's life over mine and The Brit's.
I am finding it very annoying that I have to even start thinking about this stuff. And that I'm FORCED to.
And yet, despite all of the inconvenience of the above, and endless analysis thereof, I can only conclude one thing:
I want to have a baby someday. Someday within the next 5 years. Above and beyond anything.
7 comments:
Don't worry, it's all quite normal. I was 31 when I fell preggers. Married for 9 years and had decided I didn't want kids, primarily because I don't like them. That was a shock, believe me. Still, I had a daughter, she's 10 (nearly 11 going on 31 herself!) and I still don't like children. Positively detest other people's kids, and grind my teeth with torment when little 'un brings the buggers home after school. It isn't easy, you either like them or you don't. Still, good idea to get the endometriosis sorted, one way or the other.
I don't like other peoples kids but I adore my own. As to the travel problem. Kids travel really well. It was my excuse to never have kids until I saw a couple backpacking with their toddler in Thailand. I realised that I could do that. My son is 2.5 now and has been to Australia, the USA(including a nughtmare 22 hour car trip through Hurricane Irene), Kruger x2, Cape Town, most of the Transkei and Lesotho. I refused to give up the life I loved for a child and guess what the kid loves travelling. He lights up at the thought of a holiday and most of his big milestones such as crawling and walking have happend while travelling.
Dude, go with your instincts. Do what your body tells you. If your uterus is pining now, it will probably pine forever. Yes, it is a life-changing thing to have a kid, but most moms will tell you it's totally worth it. It's just a new phase of joyous new things. Personally my uterus is comatose, or we're just generally not on speaking terms. So I'm living the fuck out of the life I have now. Just do whatever you end up doing for the right reasons.
Your life won't end Peas, it will just change... okay a lot, but not in a bad way mostly. I have 4 and managed to spend 2 weeks in Thailand with only my husband in July. And my kids rock, I truly like them as well as love them. Result.
Thanks guys for your input and insights. You all have children already right?
I'm a bit scared that I'll never have the opportunity to have them. I'm not sure if that came across.
Here's hoping one day that I do get the chance. xx
IF it does turn out you can't have kids then we'll all come back here and tell you how noisy, messy, smelly, gross, expensive and rude kids are ;-) We've got your back.
thank you Pebbles! You're wonderful :)
xxx
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