Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: My clock was ticking. I heard it ticking. Seemed like the world heard it too. Freezing eggs, sperm donors, in vitro fertilization... These weren't everyday topics of conversation ten years ago, but now you turn on the TV and there are the ladies of "The View" with a super-sized vagina and a guest doctor.
I heard that ticking. I felt the panic. I dreaded each passing birthday. But the alarm never sounded. No drastic measures needed. I got married and I had a baby. The ticking stopped.
And, it was all better than I expected. Getting engaged felt great. The wedding was beautiful and I enjoyed my pregnancy more than I ever imagined. No morning sickness. Buying jeans became easy -- didn't think that was possible. I even miss my pull-on pants! And everyone at work embraced me and my growing belly, even though I nervously started the job at the beginning of my second trimester.
It was a wonderful experience. I did it. I was a wife AND a mother!
Tuesday, a friend whose son was born a day after mine, announced that she was pregnant again. Then, yesterday, an old co-worker with a four-month-old revealed that she and her husband are trying for a second.
tick. Tick. TICK. TICK!
I've been on the verge of divorce for the past six months. Having another child is not in my near future. And, I'm 40 so it may never happen.
I know I'm blessed to have my beautiful child, but I can't help but feel a little sad for him. Who's he going to complain to about his kooky parents? No one will understand his mom's strange love of pasta with ketchup and butter or his dad's funny habit of answering the phone like Lenny from Laverne & Shirley -- HellllOH! -- except a sibling. Those are things you laugh about with your brother or sister.
Is my son going to be okay if he's an only child? And, how long will I hear the ticking this time?