November 4th, 1984
Part of me knew this was going happen.
It seems like everyone I know is having kids (or has had kids, or are currently expecting...) and it's making me feel like I'm behind the curve in the whole thing. Which is kind of stupid, if I think about it, as I'm only 24 and technically have loads of time left before the window closes on that sort of thing.
But after spending time at Alicia's yesterday with John and Allie, and watching Ryan for a couple of hours on Saturday, something really struck a chord - I want a child, and I want a child sooner rather than later. I love being an aunt but I also desperately want to be a mum, as well. I'd always pictured myself and Ren with our kids that were roughly the same age, having them grow up together. And now that Millie is four and Miranda's nearly a year and a half... well, the math is simple.
I know having kids is something Will and I agreed we'd like to look into in the future, but I've realised I don't really want to wait much longer. I mean, I know there's the expected questions surrounding how we'd be able to afford having a child right now, but really... except for those people with scores of Galleons at their disposal, is anyone ever truly ready to be able to afford this?
Further complicating matters is that I really, really love my work, and I know things would eventually have to change (at least temporarily) if I ever got pregnant and I'm not fully sure how I feel about that.
I just... I need to talk to Will about this more. Obviously.
And soon, before this drives me completely mental.