It wasn't until the playground parents assumed I was the nanny that I realized there was anything odd about getting pregnant before 30.
I was proud of my decision to follow my passion, forgo a more stable job and write full-time. But other people's reactions to that news weren't quite what I was expecting.
I had daydreams of a vibrant social life with other twenty-somethings parents; we would drink tea while our children napped in their trendy strollers. After almost four years, I can safely say: um, not the case.