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“Baby is ready for visitors,” my friend Lily texts. My weekend is shaping up in a way that may be all too familiar for some people in their thirties: I’m meeting a newborn on the same day my other mates are planning to go to an all-night rave. I pick up my tote bag of pastries — a gift for the new mum — and ponder how surreal it all is. This is not how I imagined growing up.
You know that period between Christmas and New Year, when the world is holding its breath…
