“Guess I’ll end this life alone. I’m not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me.”

Those opening lines from Sabrina Carpenter’s “Slim Pickins ” weren’t written about motherhood, but lately – to me, at least – they feel like they were. The song is about men – specifically, the rarity of finding one who is both “jacked and kind.” But as I’ve had it on repeat these past few weeks, it’s become the soundtrack to my anxieties about becoming a mother.

Because the question is… what if I don’t have children? What if – at 27, single and in the middle of a self-imposed dating break – I’ve already missed the window for the large and bustling family I once imagined?

Yes, I’m still young, but life hasn’t unfolded as I naively expected. I thought I’d be coupled up and read

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