Pfft... whatever

So as a nearly middle aged woman, my biological clock has been buzzing frantically the last few years. I've had some very good reasons not to follow those instincts but those reasons have dissipated quite a bit in the last few months. I have successfully weaned myself off of the antidepressants which have a tendency to produce nasty birth defects. So I no longer have this set of health concerns (just the remaining fear of old eggs). Instead I have the regular old laziness reasons not to reproduce. I would have to dedicate resources in the way of time and money to raising a child. We could make it work. I have no real fears about that anymore. The money we would save by not going out every weekend alone would pay for child care. My husband just quit smoking saving us another $250 a month. We could inherit most of the baby gear we need from all of our friends who have had kids over the years and I know people will buy the child stuff. My brother owes me free babysitting thanks to the hours I have spent with his two kids. Our god daughter is old enough to babysit as is our neighbor's eldest. It could work out. I would have to do a great deal of cleaning out of our house to make room for another human and all the baby gear then human gear involved. The nursery would be the sun room to start so we could keep the guest room for a little while. The prospect of us buying the house next door would probably disappear. I would have to buy a more affordable car as my next vehicle. Any dreams of dropping everything and traveling would be hindered as well. Part of me is a bit greedy and wants stuff over a child. And then t here is the joy of sleeping in on the weekends. I would miss that. But I could adjust for a decade. Pfft.... we'll see.