I have been waiting for my broodiness to settle in and I am surprised to discover that it hasn’t.
Growing up, society has conditioned us to believe that our purpose in life is to become successful in a chosen career and to get married and have children.
There is not much said about having a job that you love regardless of the lack of status and about getting married and having children.
My friend’s mother is constantly on at her about the 2 of us finding a husband and settling down. We tell her that we are going on holiday and her response is: “That sounds lovely, but you should be out there looking for a man”
I would love to get married to the person who I feel is right for me, I will never settle in order to avoid being a spinster.
Since my nephew was born, I have realised 2 things:
1. I don’t have to feel guilty for depriving my parents of being grandparents. They are amazing with Noah and I love watching how my mom especially has changed in her strictness between being a parent and a grandparent.
2. I have a child in my life. I enjoy being the awesome aunt who gets to blow bubbles with him and tickle him to death and kick the ball outside with him. I will always be in his life as he grows up.
I am also not totally ruling out the possibility of perhaps changing my mind about having children. I have however decided that should I want children, they must come naturally.
I have watched 1 too many times the stress that fertility treatment adds to a relationship – regardless of how strong that relationship is – and I will not subject myself to that.
IVF and AI do not deliver 100% results and the added stress is detrimental to all the treatments. I believe that everything happens for a reason and this is 1 of those situations where I believe that it will work out the way it should.
And heaven forbid I become 1 of those people who bitch and moan about being pregnant, tired and fat, but post a photo online smiling widely every second day and then after the baby is born complain that I miss my “pregnancy glow”
You have my permission to show me this blog post and then bitch slap me.
And I promise never to whip it out in your presence and breastfeed the baby. EVER.