Hi all,
Brand new here, though been lurking around for ages to make sure I could post this without being turfed out for not being with child.
I am 24, have a great job, nice house and wonderful man. As my oldest friend would put it, I have my s**t together. He is slightly older than me, has an even better job and together we have a strong relationship, are probably a little too honest with each other at times and pride our selves on not sweating the small stuff and being the concrete parental types our friends come to when they need sorting out.
Up until Christmas I was enjoying life to the full and looking forward to the trips we have planned this year, then as if by magic, a wave of broodiness has knocked me off my feet and taken a huge grip on my rationale for the past three months.
I eat, sleep and breathe baby articles. Poured over the dangers of talcum powder and what I don't now know about reusable nappies you could probably fit on a postage stamp.
The trouble is, we aren't ready to start a family and whilst I'd happily swap my law pads for breast pads this minute, the more I talk and cry (oh boy do I cry!) the more I think he would rather exit via the nearest window.
So, I have come here to take sanctuary and ask if there is any remedy for my merciless desire to reproduce and stop myself folding our tea towels into the kite fold 