I keep seeing the dancing baby and hearing clocks ticking in my ear. And no matter how hard I try to dismiss it as me getting older and crazier, it never seems to go away. I'll be 34 this year and despite the fact that women are having babies later in life, I still don't think it's a good idea for me to have a child after the age of 35. So I'm stuck...Not that I'm complaining, I got my one. And since it hasn't been easy, I refuse to be put back in the situation that I've struggled so hard to get out of. I didn't want my son to be an only child, but someone reminded me yesterday that you can't always get what you want. And since I'd rather not be a single mother again, it looks like I will never have any more kids. What a somber realization.