I expected motherhood to be less inevitable for millennials like me, but reaching my 30s, it’s like I missed the memo. I’m seen as a unicorn or an alien. I’ve come to see myself as “other”, not mother. Yes, (gasp!) I don’t want kids.
I have no idea what my friend Liz means when she describes her “fluttering ovaries” (seriously, what are those?!). In fact, I’ve never felt the desire to be a mother at all. When my school friends fantasised about baby names, I would roll my eyes; the idea of growing a baby sounded more like a sci-fihorror show than something I would willingly pursue. Studying The Handmaid’s Tale in Year 8 English cemented my conviction to enjoy a life kid-free.
I’m not convinced it’s our ovaries, pulsing with
