Disclaimer: I acknowledge and respect all individuals with uteruses and their experiences with pregnancy, labour, and parenthood, including transgender men and gender non-conforming and non-binary people. I’m using the term 'woman/women' in this post for simplicity.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to have 10 kids.
When I was 18, I wanted two or three, and I wanted to have my first at 23.
When I was 20, I didn’t ever want to have kids.
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When I was 24, I became an aunty. This solidified my choice to have kids one day.
When I was 27, this desire grew a little heavy under the weight of urgency. Biological clock and all that.
Now I’m 30 and I want two kids. My fiancé and I plan to start trying for our first next year.
But I’m f**king scared.
My exposure and expectations.
I’ve had my share of exposure to babies, toddlers, and kids. I have a sister and several close friends who have kids, and I have friends who are midwives.
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