I’ll probably be broody until the day I draw my last breath. I love to feel a growing baby kicking inside my belly and there’s nothing on earth more enticing to me than the smell and feel of a newborn.
Fortunately, I’m fairly advanced in years now, (I’m 40, ok? And not afraid to say it), not to mention sterilised and recently single, so the chances of having more children are slim to never-gonna-happen-in-a-million-years.
Impossible or not, though, the broodiness
It’s not even as if I had an easy time of it. Someone forgot to tell my body that pregnancy is the most natural thing in the world, because I took years to conceive, spent most of my pregnancies on bed rest and gained an intimate knowledge of a fair number of pregnancy complications. Two centimetres dilation was enough to have me screeching for an epidural, so I don’t hanker after the birth process either.
I’ve also never seemed to have this motherhood thing down the way some women do. These übermoms deserve to have more children. They’ve stayed home with their kids, baking cookies and creating things out of cardboard. They plan to home school until the children are old enough to have their first alcoholic drink. I find myself needing several alcoholic drinks after listening to ‘Old MacDonald’ for the 20th time and wiping a snotty nose every 15 minutes. Reasons not to have kids
There are plenty of reasons not to have more children. For one, there are too many people in the world. We’re using up too many resources and landfills are threatening to take over the world. Some child-free groups see this as a good reason to stop procreating. Now hands up anyone who thought of the implications of the population explosion when your pregnancy test came up positive. Yes, I know you’re out there – you’re the couple who told me you were appalled because of the principle involved when our créche withdrew their cloth nappy service. Um…yes…exactly.
Recently, I sat next to a child-free couple. They intrigue me. What is life like when you can roll out of bed after sufficient sleep (remember that?) and mosey on down to the nearest coffee bar for your morning espresso and croissant? Do they even know the meaning of the term ‘sleep deprivation’? And what is it like to never know the hell of breastfeeding a newborn while simultaneously wiping a toddler’s bum? The child-free lifestyle is alluring, but I seem to have woken up to it a little late.
For some reason, despite all the arguments to the contrary, the urge hits us women periodically. We forget the heartburn that kept us up at night and the crashing boredom of posting shapes into holes and we long for the rounded belly of pregnancy and the soft skin of a newborn.
If you can think of any other reasons why we should stop populating the world, please let me know, because just thinking about babies is making me broody again.
Anyone out there still feeling broody after 40?