The Pursuit of Harpyness begs to differ.
This is not something on which I feel I need to have an opinion, though I’m pretty happy with the decision I made to have a child early, when I still had boundless energy.
However, that’s me and my own limitations. My mother got pregnant with her fourth child after I, her third child, turned 14, and I was horrified. She was all of 36 or 37 – ancient, in my snot-nosed teenaged opinion, and not supposed to do much more than wait around and worry about when I was getting home.
Wonder why so many people have to weigh in on this, d’ya think?