It doesn't matter what kind of girl you are: a girlie-girl, a tomboy, a lover of rock music, a girl with tattoos, a girl with rainbow hair. When your body clock decides it's time, well, it's time, and that's just the end of it. You've decided you want a baby. Some girls grow up knowing their main goal in life is to eventually become a mother. Didn't you have friends at school who constantly reeled off lists of their favourite boys and girls names, who had siblings and cousins with their own babies which meant their whole lives were full of babies? Didn't you used to think you'd never be one of those girls who devoted their time to wanting a child? You were sure you'd be ambitious, a career lady, an independent female off gallivanting around the world exploring unknown places. You were sure a baby would never be on your list; it would only be a hindrance to your giant plans. And then one day you woke up and realised that maybe a baby wouldn't be such a bad idea. In fact, finding a nice man to give you a child might be the best plan you've ever had. It hits you in the face that you're suddenly one of them. One of those broody females. And you don't just want a baby; you're desperate for one. But you've got a few complications to work through before you can truly achieve your newly found goal.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
