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After my son was born, 2 weeks shy of my 40th birthday, I was overwhelmed by thoughts that I might have missed those feelings. The absolute, unconditional love that you feel for this wonderful little creature in your arms! I thought about the natural cycle of life. My Mom had just passed away and I was bringing a new life into this world. Hormonally induced . . . perhaps, but my 2 kids are now near the end of their turbulent teens and our love for them is deeper than any other imaginable connection. And because my husband and I had the bond of 'two' before kids, we will still have something to talk about after they fly the coop.

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My husband and I were married 16 years before we decided to have children. We used to preach ZPG (zero population growth) but it was really more selfish. I believed, and still do, that you shouldn't have kids until you are ready to grow up yourself. You have to be willing to put someone else's needs above your own. I wanted to have a career and in the 1970's women still felt they had to make a choice. My husband and I enjoyed the flexibility that a unit of two naturally has and explored the world and ourselves.  A procrastinator, I waited for time to make the 'ultimate' decision for me but science kept pushing back the 'deadline' for safe childbearing from 30 to 35 and then to 40! My biological time-bomb went off in a mall (at 38) when a little girl toddled by. I commented "Isn't she cute". My husband just looked at me and said "Uh oh. . .".

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