I’m due to go and get my contraceptive implant removed and replaced next week. I must admit that this time I gave a brief pause before making the appointment. In January I’ll be 36. I’m almost now too old to have kids. Most of the women I know that are my age have two or three children already. They’re winding down their childbearing years. Alternatively, I’ve maintained a child free stance for the last ten years, but I often wonder if I’d have felt the same way if I’d had a loving partner during that time. That said, if I had attempted to have kids it probably would have required artificial insemination due to my Endometriosis. A gynecologist told me when I was young…
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