Did I ever tell you that my mother TOLD me she went through menopause at age 36?!
Yes, she did.
She told me more than once. Did I believe her? ......... No. Seriously, what person goes through menopause at age 36?
... When she told me she was one of the women that had, I thought she was:
-trying to get some attention by being a little dramatic
-trying to instigate a heated discussion about women's plausible menopausal ages
Well, I was wrong. She didn't misunderstand ... she was misunderstood.
You would think that I kick myself every day for this, but surprisingly I don't.
Meet my dogs:
Did I tell you that the reason we own these two little "bundles of joy" (sarcasm thickly being lain) is because the hubby and I couldn't agree on the timing of childbearing?
By the time we got married, my six years of part-time college up to that point hadn't been enough to earn a bachelor's degree. So my hubby generously allowed me to quit my job and go back to school full time. In May of 2004 I graduated from college with a degree in Computer Science. I was 3 years married and READY to have chit-lins. Conversely, Hubby thought I was fresh out of college and ready to put my skills to use for a couple of years, cause hey ... he married a spring chicken, I was still young. (I was young; it's my poor little rotting eggs that weren't!)
So because he wasn't agreeing with my perspective on family planning timing - I gave him an ultimatum: "Your choice: Child or Dog?" ... He chose Dog.
I can honestly say that Berilac doesn't hold a grudge against me for not believing my mom (and thus giving us some sort of warning for our current circumstance) and I can honestly say that I'm not bitter with Berilac because he chose dogs over babies (at a time when potetially my eggs were in such better shape!)
Who knows what would have happened if we would have started sooner. But I can't waste my time wondering what could have been. I wish we would have started sooner ... but we didn't.