This weekend, I was having brunch with "the girls." One of them had a friend in from out of town who is pregnant with her second child. There was a discussion at one point about the sex of her baby — did she know, did she want to know, did she find out about the other one in advance, would each of us want to know, etc. Before I piped in, I realized that in my mind, my answer was fairly definite, but not at all what I expected to be my first thought. It was: it won’t matter because I will likely get to choose the sex of my child. I just turned thirty-seven years old. I am as single as single can be. Through some miracle, if I met my future husband tomorrow and got on the insta-family track I might be able to get pregnant naturally. As young as I feel, mother nature may not agree. I also think I have a very low threshold for the amount of scientific meddling I am willing to withstand in order to have a baby — I think I would sooner adopt (then again, my future husband might have an opinion on the matter). If I end up adopting, I would imagine that I can decide if I would like a boy or a girl. Plus, I would get to avoid the whole pregnancy/childbirth with the associated trauma to the body that I have heard about firsthand (try that in your junior high sex-ed class — that’ll scare the bejeesus out of those horny kids). Obviously, only time will tell, but biology dictates that I will likely get to choose my own adventure.
Choose Your Own Adventure
This weekend, I was having brunch with "the girls." One of them had a friend in from out of town who is pregnant with her second child. There was a…
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I choose no kids, but I wrote about “elder pregnancy” which is what doctors call having a baby at our age is on Blogher.
http://www.blogher.com/no-elder-pregnancy-me
I choose no kids, but I wrote about “elder pregnancy” which is what doctors call having a baby at our age is on Blogher.
http://www.blogher.com/no-elder-pregnancy-me