I turned 33 two days ago and spent the day with my friend [who happens to be a Doctor - her profession is very relevant to this post ] So Dr and I natter about everything. We have a lot in common. Especially when it comes to the subject of children. We are not overjoyed at the thought of having children. In a previous post I wrote about my fear of childbirth so I won’t go into that here but there have been some developments in my views on childbirth. I have decided that it would be ‘safer’ to have one child as an insurance policy against future regret. A few years ago …

I have a fear of childbirth. I have a fear of getting pregnant; feeling like my body has been taken over by a foreign being and labouring for hours to get this foreign being out of my body.
I am fearful that I live in a part of the world where there is a very strong probability of dying in childbirth.
I am scared that after labouring for hours to have this child I will have the sole responsibility of caring for the child. I am scared that I will be the only one who will wake up in the night when my child cries, that I will be the only one who feeds this child, …