Girl, I judge, and I judge positively. I raised 3 boys. I'm 53, my boys are 34, 32 and 30. All of my friends have grandchildren. I see the Facebook posts, and they seem happy. Okay, fine. They can do them.

My boys don't owe me grandchildren. They've all proudly declared their intentions to remain child free, one because his spouse is unable to have kids, one because he has unilaterally deemed himself too selfish and the other because he wants to live the free-wheeling bachelor life. I call that common sense and insight. There's a reason the "Condom fairy" used to visit and deposit boxes of prophylactics in their top dresser drawers when they were teenagers. Their lives, their choice.

And I've done my time with drool, diapers and being tied to a tiny human. It's ME time! I'm free, finally free.

If any one of them should change their mind, that's fine. I'll love the little tyke, but I don't long for or need a grandbaby.