2010: The Year of the Mini Age Freak-Out

2010 is the year of the early mid-life crisis. Well maybe not, but it’s the year of some kind of personal crisis, and I’m not really sure what I should call it.

It has suddenly struck me that I’m getting older because I’ve reached that terrifying age where I have to decide about having kids before my body is too old for the whole process.

I’ve spent a lot of time avoiding having to make this decision. When I was very little and knew nothing about life (and in particular men) I always imagined that by 27 I would be happily married and have one, maybe two kids. Then I got a bit older, started to notice boys and had some contact with babies – and I decided that procreation was not for me. That’s pretty much how I’ve continued to feel right up until now.

When my sister in law (who is 2 years younger than me) got pregnant with her 3rd child last year, I began to think about the whole thing and weigh it up. I decided it might not be THAT bad. But still, I wasn’t ready. And now 2010 is here and I’ve realise that if I leave it a whole lot longer, I might not have any say in the matter.

So for me, 2010 is the year of the mini age freak-out. It’s crap to have to make these kinds of choices just because I’m getting older, especially since I’m a person who is too lazy for serious decision-making.
Surely there’s some way to just hold off on the whole getting older thing just for a while. How the hell do people decide stuff like this?