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My mother bought me lingerie and candles for my birthday.

“Because I want a grandbaby. Buffy!”

“You know, you have six already. Just because grandma has 27…doesn’t mean you have to.”

She keeps saying my biological clock is ticking. Even posted it on a message board once because I got snarky and said she didn’t think my sister was pretty. (The two of us tease our mother: “You like our brothers best”.)

The other day she says one of my BFFs is ‘trying’.

“It’s what I heard. And I heard she’s struggling. That she doesn’t have much time. You may want to think about that yourself. Some people wait too long.”

“Whatever. You make it sound like she’s dying and – FYI – if she can’t get pregnant, I don’t think waiting is her problem.” She’s 23.

Here’s the thing. I don’t think I have a biological clock. Not the ticking kind anyway. And even if I did….NOT in a real big hurry to get shown up by Super Mom (AKA: The Sister Who Is Very Pretty no Matter What Our Mother Says.)

I do like the candles though.