LaToya M. Sutton

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About two weeks ago, Wayne and I watched a movie called “Away We Go.” It’s a cute movie starring Maya Rudolph of Saturday Night Live fame as Verona and John Krasinski from The Office as Burt. They play an unmarried couple preparing for the birth of their first child. Throughout the movie, they go on a journey to decide where they will raise their child.

“Away We Go” was a sweet, funny movie, but I think Wayne and I were definitely a little unsettled at the end. That’s because one of the couples Verona and Burt visit is a husband and wife who want children but have suffered through several miscarriages. One of the lines was something about waiting too long to have kids.

Tom Garnett:
She had another miscarriage.

Burt Farlander:
What? When?

Tom Garnett:
Thursday.

Burt Farlander:
This Thursday?

Tom Garnett:
Yeah. This is her fifth. I know she loves all those kids like, like they were her own blood. But, I wonder if we’ve been selfish. People like us we wait till our thirties and then we’re surprised when the babies aren’t so easy to make anymore and then every day another million fourteen year olds get pregnant without trying. It’s a terrible feeling, this helpless, man. You just watch these babies grow and then fade. You don’t know if you’re supposed to name them, or bury them, or… I’m sorry.

So that sparks the question, how long is too long?

I want to be a mother someday, and my fear is waiting too long to start trying. I’m 30 years old, and I’ve heard everything from “take your time, you have plenty of time” to “you better hurry up and get started.”

Based on this chart, it looks like I may have a little more time on my hands.

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