one of the things that happens when you are an unmarried woman approaching 30 is that everyone starts to talk about your shriveling eggs (and impending inability to have children). if it doesn't occur to you to worry, it will soon, because that's what people talk about.
being me, i worry. (but, i also started worrying about saving for retirement at 10 years old.) after reading a nice book this weekend, the language of flowers, it occurred to me that while i'd like to have biological children, it's not the only way. i can adopt. i can foster. i can volunteer to work with kids. and that's okay too.
anyway, it felt freeing to come to the realization that there's always a way, even when it's about having kids.
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