Honey, don't be hopeless. I became an aunt when I was 15, and fell in love with children. I started wanting a baby when I was 18. I got engaged at 18, with no plans for a wedding. By the time that I was 23, I had been to 7 family weddings of girls younger than me. I had gone to 9 baby showers etc... I was so heart broken. He finally told me that he didn't want to talk about it again until we were 25. It got to the point that I couldn't even see a baby without crying (in public). One day at work, a guy from another area was filling in. Between jobs, we talked. Then a few months later, my room mate asked if I wanted to go see a movie. This guy was with her, and sat between us. My room mate told me that I should leave my ex. She finally convinced me, and I married the guy from work 2 years later. I have a beautiful baby boy who just turned 2 in June. I know that you feel anxious, and that everyone else is living while you are just existing. I want you to know that I was 26 when I got married, and 31 when I had my baby boy. I could have had a baby with my ex, but I wanted a different life than most people. Sometimes, it takes a little extra time for some of us to find our dream. It just means that you will know it when it happens, and you will cherish it like no other. I promise.