It’s 5PM and I’m working on a headphone review.
Just a few hundred more words before I can file the copy with my editors and go home.
The offspring in this story is a Tamagotchi, which, almost 20 years later, is enjoying a revival.
You see, we’re currently trying for a baby.
I guess my fears boil down to two points: first, I won’t be able to lead the semi-carefree lifestyle I enjoy now.
Mostly though, it’s the responsibility of bringing a new human into the world and having to look after it as it’s most vulnerable.