I despise and despise the idea of having more children.


I despise the idea of having more children and am terrified of doing so.

TAMZIN Outhwaite is now married to a man 20 years her junior and has no plans to have more children, despite her partner Tom’s wishes.

“No way,” says the brilliant actress, 51, whose age is significant.

“I have completed my task.”

Kelly Clarke, who had yearned to be a mother for years, gave birth to her first child in March at the same age in the UK.

Kelly became a single mother at such an advanced age despite the fact that skeptics and close family members doubted her ability to do so.

I can relate to both women’s situations.

My maternal instincts manifested themselves when I was still very young, and I’ve written about them with great zeal and passion.

It was my sole ambition and raison d’être.

Like Tamzin, I’ve now turned a corner and am living a life I didn’t expect to live.

Ungratefuls are nearly grown-ups for a 54-year-old single woman.

And, quite frankly, the prospect of having more children repulses me and fills me with fear and loathing.

Tamzin and Kelly, on the other hand, are a positive example of women taking control of their fertility.

The declining fertility of a woman over the age of 35 is truly one of Mother Nature’s greatest inequities.

Fertility in men does not begin to decline for another ten years or so.

Men happily produce millions of new sperm every day, while women are born with all the eggs they will ever have.

Perhaps this is why we accept a man in his seventies — or even older, like Bernie Ecclestone at 89 — becoming a father.

We, on the other hand, frown on older women turning 50 and fulfilling their dreams of becoming mothers.

Of course, the flip side for women is that we are constantly questioned about when we will start a family, beginning at a young age.

I’ll admit that in the past, I’ve commented on bizarre, international stories about women in their sixties giving birth.

And, while I think it’s insane — just because something is possible doesn’t mean you should do it — I have to admit that it’s an odd demonstration of a woman’s uterine autonomy.

We initially broke up when I met my now ex-husband at 39 because he wanted children and I already had three of them and couldn’t imagine having another.

But as I approached 40, I reasoned that if it happened naturally, I would accept it.

It actually happened.

As a result, I was dubbed a “4×4” because each of my four children has four biological fathers, despite the fact that one of them only pollinated me and then buzzed off.

But I’ve had to deal with…

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