For those of you who haven’t heard your biological “clock” ticking, here’s the real scoop. It’s not a ticking clock. It’s a fast-moving freight train. When it hits you, you’re done. That’s what happened to me. Of course, it takes two to tango, so I had to get my other half on board. I spent the better part of a day (at work) to first calculate my age, how long it may take us to conceive (6-18 months, of course), and figure out when we had to start such that I have my second child by 35 (the year things with your fertility supposedly go crazy). Then, I planned my defense for any reason my husband could possibly come up with – money, our jobs, our dog – whatever. I was not prepared for how our conversation actually went.
Me: “TK, I think we should start trying for a family within the next couple of months or so”.
TK: “Great, I was thinking the same thing, too.”
Conversation over.
REALLY??? WTF? What about all my preparation and copious notes? OK, I’m not going to complain.
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