I did at 34. I can remember now how vividly the desperation was. I had so so many dates - I was reasonably attractive and had my life together… but I couldn’t really date with eyes open if you see what I mean. I used to cry at night wishing I had kids. It was truly horrendous at times. Whilst I think the panic was linked to self esteem , ie ‘omg it might not happen,’ it was a general feeling I had 70% of my waking hours.
I went for it with a man I loved, but would never have thought I would be with for life. In fact I didn’t even consider that much at the time, I just thought I am happy with him for now.
Sometimes I tear myself up over it as DC doesn’t see their dad. Other times when I dip into online dating I remember how all consuming it was and how I felt so much was riding on each date. I would like more kids but that feeling has subsided.