Congrats and not necessarily. Years ago when my mom worked for the children’s hospital, she got to take me to meet a family of a very tiny premie baby girl. The mother was 13, grandmother was 27 and great grandmother was 45. Very nice people but this was the “birds and the bees” talk for me. I was 14. And I’ll never forget it.
hell, I learned a year or two ago now that my first crush way back then and who disappeared half way thru our 6th grade year only to come back right before summer vacation had a baby that year. At age 11!