I work in an office with 12 women. Only 4 of us have children and one is pregnant with her first. The childless ones are aged 25 (2 of them), 26, 31, 33, 37 and 47. Four of the childless ones look panic stricken when you tease them about having a child.
For those of us that have children two started while in their teens. One was 30 when she had her first and one was 40. The one that was 40 never wanted kids until it was almost too late.
The childless ones say silly things like "I am going to space my two kids 5 years apart so there is no sibling rivalry." (She's got a Masters in Science so that proves my theory that having a bunch of letters after your name doesn't mean you have any common sense.)
They look absolutely sick if you suggest they might want more than one or two kids. It's as foreign to them as eating dirt.
One guy in the office has 2 kids with another on the way. That seems to be a crime according to the anti-moms.
Our office has oodles of family-friendly policies - help with daycare, medical, flex-time - so you'd think they'd all be running out getting pregnant while their eggs are still "fresh" but I think the whole idea of sacrifice is so foreign to them. The pregnant one (who will come to my desk to tell me things like the baby just starting kicking!) said today "my body will never be the same." NO. It won't. And your precious baby will be worth it.
Why are babies treated as if they are just something else to experience in life, something less exciting than kayaking or bungee jumping? Why is there no thought to the eternal soul they are helping to bring into the world?
I am so sad for these women.
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