or. . . .
I don't. I'm 35. Not a mom. That puts me in . . . well I call it Limbo Land. I don't fit in with people my age with kids. It was very clear to me as I was sitting at a Christmas gathering with my sister in law and my cousin's wife. I didn't fit in. Nope. Not at all. Even on topics that I knew about, I was constantly getting talked over top of until I got up and walked away.
I always say I don't have many friends. And that's partly true because my friends have kids and they do things with their friends. . . with kids. So here I am. My husband's best friend is a confirmed bachelor. He's older than me but younger than my husband. If it weren't for him I'm not sure who my husband would do things with. Although it does cause issues cause the bachelor view on the world is still very different, in my opinion, than a married man. Though my husband seems to adopt that bachelor viewpoint when hanging with him.
I often wonder what things would be like if we did have kids. Would my husband hang out with his friend in the shop drinking beer till well after I've gone to sleep? Would I suddenly be invited to the new year's eve party at my cousin's house? (It seemed to be geared towards kids) Would I meet other parents at sports events or dance class? I look into the future and wonder where life might lead should we really not have kids? Cause we don't quite fit in with many people. Those without kids are generally too young to really connect with.
However, I seem to have taken permanent residence in Limbo Land. I wish the population was a bit higher.