Many of you already know that I turned the BIG 3-0 in February and yes I am still rocking the hell outta 30! Along with many things that I am happy and grateful for in the wake of crossing this threshold, some thoughts have been confirmed. I remember last year when I turned 29, I pondered over the fact that I was a 29 year old woman with no children. I even joked with my friends that I had until May to ensure that I didn’t become one of those first time mothers in her 30’s. Well, brothers and sisters that will be me. At this rate I could be a first time mother in my 40’s because currently I’m in no rush.

Yes, I will be one of those women who has her first child in her 30’s at least. Believe me I am very much okay with  this. Turning 30 has been liberating. So far 30 has been acceptance of life as it has come and looking forward to what’s in store. It feels very good too. Still, I notice that my choice of not yet having children seems to make me strange to quite a few people. It has caused me to receive threats from my mother. See, I’m an only child and she is not happy about the fact that I haven’t produced her any grandchildren. Last week she called to tell me that she will only be passing out Cleverspeaks.com flyers to potential son-in-laws down in ATL. Yeah, she’s real serious about this. Sorry Ma. I’ll have to hide this blog from her because it’s just not looking too good for her right now. It doesn’t stop there though. Last week a woman told me I might want to start freezing my eggs. Yup. Sure did. I’m like “Geez, I’m 30 not 60. I have been accused of being selfish and if you know me you know I am the complete opposite. I’ve been asked if I even like kids. Come on now. Like O.D.B. I’m for the children! Anybody who knows me knows that I love children. I also increasingly run into people who ask me if there is something wrong with me because I don’t have children. I have been asked if I am frigid, per se, but with much more “vivid” terminology. Finally, I get the scowls of “What are you waiting for?” or “Do you even wants kids?” Well, I’m not frigid, won’t conceive till I jump the broom someday and yes I DO want kids…eventually.

So, does this make me a Bald Eagle or some other rarely seen animal lurking around the U.S?

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