About: The Update
Well, it happened! I turned 28. I made it through. I am apparently alive, probably still fertile, and absolutely still on the fence. Remarkably, however, I feel a lot more chill about the whole procreation decision from this side of 28. Whether or not this development is sustainable, however, remains to be seen.
Relevant info: I am married and The Husband is also 28. We got married with the understanding that there would be no kids. Then life got put in order, I turned “old,” and suddenly the idea seems a lot more attractive to me. Often it’s a deep and painful longing for children. All that biological clock nonsense. I have it. The Baby Rabies.
About: The Original
Hello. I am 27 years old, and I am a woman. Well actually I suppose I’m 27.5 years old. In most of adult life that .5 really doesn’t matter, but in this area of my life it sure seems to be a growing presence. You see, I sit on the fence; the fence of the Procreation Decision. Upon this fence, each .5, .6, .7 to my age…? It’s feels like a gong announcing that I’ve overstayed my welcome in Indecision City. So here I am. A 27.5 year old woman. And I really need to move.
This blog is my attempt to do that.