I have a friend who is in her late 30s and she would like to have a child of her own before her menopause it seems.
The below is not a very serious read but pretty interesting even though might be depressing for the singles...
Eggsistential Crisis
A panic attack, common among women in their late thirties, which is triggered by the realisation that your desire to have children and your desire not to settle might be mutually exclusive.
You get what you get. That's what a married friend told me recently, because that's what a married friend told her years ago when she was still single and rattling off her checklist of the things she wanted in a man. At the time, it struck her as a depressing statement, a thinly veiled endorsement of lowering your standards, but now that she's married, she says, it's true. You get what you get.
She told me this, I think, because I was musing that although I am very happy in my current relationship, I'm not sure it's 'enough'. I'm not sure he makes me the best version of me. (Incidentally, in my continuing quest to figure out the formula for the "right" relationship, the question 'Does he make me the best version of me?' has replaced the checklist as my most useful dating tool. I feel good about that, although I wonder if the next step is replacing the 'best version of me' question with the question 'Does the sperm donor have a history of drugs?') My point is - I no longer have time for these thoughts. At 37, I am acutely aware that my friends and family are gently but effectively telling me I need to shut up and marry my boyfriend or breakup and find somebody else quick.
That's the essence of dating in your 30s. There is no time to ruminate. Every move could mean the difference between becoming part of a traditional family and becoming a woman who wears caftans, travels to exotic places alone and brings back elephant tusks for her nephews.
Dating in your 30s means constantly debating whether you're picky in a good way or picky in a bad way, and whether being selfish is an accomplishment or a detriment. This is why I find myself longing for my 20s, a time when you could simply be in a relationship. We didn't worry about whether love would last forever. We worried about fruit as a source of carbs. It seemed like we had all the time in the world. I even recall thinking dating was "fun". We knew love would happen eventually. We just didn't know how many dates and diets and disasters "eventually" could entail.
I would like to state, for the record, that I still believe there's a great love out there for each and every one of us. I feel completely confident that none of my amazing single friends will end up alone, and they feel confident I won't either. None of us, however, feel confident that our knights in shining armor understand the friggin' time pressure we're under.
In an effort to ease this pressure, I have, at various points in my life, tried to make peae with the concept of adopting, freezing my eggs, or having a baby with a gay or platonic friend. On a bad day these seem like various forms of waving the white flag; on a good day they seem like empowering solutions, ways of taking matters into my own hands, controlling the things I can and ensuring I will get everything I want - just not in the traditional order.
I have a friend who recently adopted a child as a single mother because she got tired of waiting for all the pieces to fall into place. Now she has a beautiful little daugher from China AND she's dating more than ever. We've talked about why this might be - why she is suddenly so popular with the opposite sex (especially since her fear was that telling a man she had a shild would be like telling him she had herpes), and we came up with 2 theories:
1. She was always a very successful, independent and self-sufficient woman, so maybe before men saw her as intimidating, and now they see a single mother and fatherless child and they understand how they fit into her life.
2. It might be simpler than that. It might just be that she's happy. She doesn't have the pressure of a biological clock anymore, and men probably sense that, so they can relax, and she can date like she's in her 20s again.
Although my friend is an inspiring reminder that sometimes the revised fairy tale is even better than the original, I'm not sure what the solution will be for me. I do know that I don't want to settle just to win this race against my viable eggs, but I also don't want to be unrealistic and wait indefinitely for perfection if it's true that in love and STDs, you get what you get.
Tell your friend to find someone to have 'it' off with and then announce to the world about her pregnancy 
