I am obsessed with children. My friend has a baby that looks like me. I really want to go to the playground and pretend she’s mine. My biological clock started ticking as soon as I hit puberty. The major reason keeping me from popping out a kid is the fact that I’m single. I’d rather not raise a kid on my own, financially or emotionally. So for now, I can just play with my friends’ children without having to actually think about when I want kids. And then hand them back. There’s no awkward conversation I need to have with my husband, no pending disagreements or pressure because children are a long time away. (Unless, my gay best friend finally tells me I can borrow his sperm.) Kids are great, but so is sleeping through the whole night.
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