According to fertility experts in today’s news, 25 is the age that we should all get pregnant. Yes you read that correctly. Twenty five.
Straight after uni, when we probably don’t have our careers in place and not a penny to scratch our arse with. Brilliant!
Thanks for adding to the pressure experts! *wraps self into duvet and hibernates*
I obviously understand what the experts are saying. I know my eggs are disintegrating as I type this blog and yeah that’s kind of scary when you think about it. But I’m not thinking about it. In fact, I don’t care.
If I ever do have children, it’ll probably be by mistake and not planned. Come on, don’t pretend you weren’t a mistake! I like kids. But I don’t love kids. And I certainly don’t live my life to have kids. Yes, I believe we were put on this planet to reproduce however I would rather live my life to the fullest than run around after some little person, asking where they put their other shoe.
To me, babies look like Phil Mitchell on a good day and quite frankly I don’t like the smell of them. That rancid smell of milk and poo. I’m beginning to sound like the witch from Roald Dahl’s novel and I’m totally going off on one now…. So to bring back my side track, I genuinely don’t have any urgency to have children. Regardless of what the professionals are telling me to do.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure one day, my clock will explode in my ears and my want for children will completely change. But a big part of me also thinks that it won’t. And I’m ok with that.
Do I get broody? Yes. But I also occasionally fancy Simon Cowell. It’s something that comes in waves and then I remember that I’m far too busy to even worry about my fertility.
Pressure from society, especially doctors, should not be a reason why us girls should panic. When the time is right, you will have children or maybe you won’t. The one thing we should not do is rush or feel that we aren’t living our lives properly because we’re not listening to doctor’s orders. Seriously that’s just silly!
At the end of the day, I may not be able to Botox my ovaries, but at least I can Botox my face…and stay up drinking until 3am not having to watch a baby monitor!
I don’t want children in my twenties and I’m willing to risk risk my fertility for a few more years, simply because, I’m not ready.