Asimulia alivyoiba mbegu za kiume za mpenzi wake apate mtoto

NI simulizi ya kusisimua na inaonesha umuhimu wa kupata mtoto wakati mwafaka badala ya 'kukumbuka shuka wakati kumekucha'.

Kupata mtoto ni muhimu na inafaa kila mmoja wetu azingatie sana suala la umri ili usifikie hatua ya kuiba mbegu za kiume za mpenzi wako ili upate mtoto.

Soma hapo chini

Anyone who meets me, or reads what I write, would think I don’t like children and never wanted to be a mother.

Indeed, for most of my adult life, having a child was the furthest thing from my mind.

I wanted a career, freedom, a nice house and to keep my figure. As a feminist, I looked down on mumsy types.

But when I was in my late 30s, I decided that if I didn’t get pregnant soon then it might never happen.

I had also reached a point in my life where I wanted to settle down with a man, and though my boyfriend at that time was wildly unsuitable, I thought that I could change him.

Going behind his back: Would you go as far as Liz Jones did in an attempt to have a baby?

Shall I list the ways in which we were a mismatch? He lived with his parents before he moved in with me, and earned very little money.

I was working on a newspaper and was fiercely ambitious. He was laid-back, I am not. I was ready for a baby, he wasn’t.

And yet I wanted to hang on to Trevor. I thought that if we split up I might not get a replacement boyfriend in time to use my rapidly dwindling egg supply.

Trevor had never given me what I wanted from a relationship. At first, he wouldn’t even have sex with me.

Then, finally, when he moved into my flat (probably more out of a desire to be able to walk to work than any real love for me) we started a physical relationship.

He was still very cautious, though. He refused to believe I was on the Pill, and insisted we use a condom for every moment of our intimate contact.

‘I don’t trust you,’ he said, muttering something about women claiming to want a career, but underneath wanting to start a family.

I called his bluff and told him there was no way I would want a baby with him, given he didn’t earn any money. Yet the truth was, I had hatched a plan that many will doubtless find shocking.

Because he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I decided to steal it from him. I resolved to steal his sperm from him in the middle of the night.

I thought it was my right, given that he was living with me and I had bought him many, many M&S ready meals.

The ‘theft’ itself was alarmingly easy to carry out. One night, after sex, I took the used condom and, in the privacy of the bathroom, I did what I had to do. Bingo.

I don’t understand why more men aren’t wise to this risk — maybe sex addles their brain. So let me offer a warning to men wishing to avoid any chance of unwanted fatherhood: if a woman disappears to the loo immediately after sex, I suggest you find out exactly what she is up to.

As it turned out, my attempts to get pregnant by Trevor failed, and shortly afterwards he and I split up.

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