It seems that all of my non-medical school friends are having babies! [And since the girlfriend is sick of hearing about which friend just adopted and which just announced she's pregnant again, I'm sharing the news with you, dear blog-reader.] I'm so excited for all my friends! I'm also excited that there are lots of little babies I get to knit for, dress up, play with, take on adventures, and give back when I get overwhelmed.
Yet, at the same time, I can't help but feel my biological clock tic away while med school keeps on keeping on. Tic. Tic. Tic. I know, I know, it is so cliché. Fears of approaching advanced maternal age while still being in residency are so yesterday. My attending already called out this week for making a snarky comment in the OR regarding man's ability to father a child well into his AARP days.... Yet, as much as this bridge has been crossed by most other professional women that have come before me, I can't help but feel my uterus scream out in disdain as I draw ever-closer to the big 3-0.
On the bright-side, lots of friends having babies now means I should have lots of readily available babysitters when [if] my turn ever roles around? Right?