30s, Children, Freeze Eggs?

**Before anything else, I stand in prophetic declaration with those in-waiting to proclaim “Your miracle is coming.”**

I think a lot about childbearing since hitting my 30s. I do find my reasons a tiny bit selfish. Entertainment, having a mini-me, etc. Then again, I suppose this is normal. Nobody is having kids to strengthen national security OR to assist the US Census in growing the population. I do note one wholesome reason though, loving your partner so much, you wish to create life for him and with him.

Many women worry about their bodies changing and their beauty fading. These concerns are valid but for me, having been both hot & ugly at different stages of my life, I find that both states are manageable, as long as you have a bomb personality. What I truly worry about is the type of father I will give my children. I have known many men, in Africa, in Europe and in the Americas, forgive my explicit language, but I found only few sperms worthy.

Prof supports my caprices and understands my triggers. He respects women and does not seek to cage or domesticate. He doesn’t compliment in vain, he speaks with precision “Olivia, you’re bigger than Atlanta boys” he tells me. As if to make mention of the fast-paced, city life full of games. This is the type of super sperm I could cave to. We will revisit this topic in the year of our Lord 2027, if of course, we are still enamored with each other. Plan B: Freeze young eggs now utilize later. Plan C: Visa Husband. Qui vivra, verras.

As always, all in all, we give thanks to our creator.