So ... What the fuck happened!?
There are certain things you just assume are going to happen to you. You don't necessarily make a detailed five-year plan about them. You don't sit down with a spreadsheet and write husband by 29, child one by 31, child two by 33, emotional stability by 35, matching towels by 37. You just assume that at some point, life will move in the general direction you've always imagined it would. For me, motherhood was always one of those things. When I was little, I wanted to be a mom. Not in some vague, "maybe someday" kind of way. It felt inevitable. Of course I'd grow up and have children. Of course I'd have a partner. Of course there would eventually be a house full of noise and toys and someone asking me where their other shoe was while I stood there knowing full well it had been on their foot twelve seconds earlier. I just assumed I'd get there. I'm 33 now. There are no children. There isn't even a partner. Which is becoming a bit of a logistica...