A couple of months ago I was on a playdate with my youngest child, who’s seven. One of the other moms was pregnant and yet another had just had a baby, a sweet six-week-old who made my ovaries skip a beat. She asked me and one other mom, who had seven and three-year-old boys, if were were done having kids.
“Oh, yes,” I replied emphatically, “I’m old. I’m 40.”
“That’s not too old! I had Johnny when I was 40,” said the mom of the three-year-old.
Oops. CALLED OUT. Ok, so the real reason I’m done having kids is…I don’t want to have any more kids. Is that bad??