All around me, friends are pregnant or raising children – but I don’t feel the slightest twinge of brooodiness. Is this normal?
Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I come across a montage of celebrity fathers with their children. A roll call of shirtless A-listers cradle naked-mole-rat-pink babies in their arms like Athena posters, or parade their own mini-mes in tiny tuxedos and bow ties. “I can’t cope,” says one commenter with a flurry of baby-bottle emojis. “My ovaries are about to explode,” warns another. I pause. Frown. Put the phone away, smooth down my trousers and concede the following: there is something very wrong with me.
My confession is this: I am a married, solvent-ish woman approaching 34 and I am not – and never have been – broody. It’s a sentiment that eludes me, and has done for years. I always banked on suddenly waking up one day and needing a child – as if broodiness were an amorphous thing that would abruptly materialise at some point. But still, it is not here.
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