Morning Philosophy Anyone?

I am completely and totally perplexed by this thing called Life. Not, as in, "what is the meaning of life," more like, "why do we give life?" First and foremost, giving life is one of the strangest things one could possibly wrap their minds around. You make love, and BAM, a spontaneous combustion of cellular activity coagulates to form what will grow, little by little and with a little help, into what will, 9 months later, be a tiny little person, 100% dependent upon you, as it's socially ordained mother, not only for a matter of months, but for it's entire life!
And what will life have in store for this soon to be person? How will we teach him/her that there is more to life than simply being a cog in the system of work and slaving to the capitalistic economy. Then I think, wait, is there more? I mean 1/3 of our lives, we are sleeping, resting up in order to return to work, so we can earn a piece paper called money, so that we can buy things, both necessary and necessary, to live. Is this life?
WHAT?!?!
Then I take the positive approach. The meaning of life can only be found in happiness, it is found in loving your slave like job, enjoying each minute that you are not contributing to the disastrous and vicious cycle that is economy, and resting peacefully for each coming day. So then, is the answer then to be: blissfully ignorant, or happily aware?
Perhaps both.
And when we plan to bring life to this life, what is it that propels us to do so? Is it biological? Is it socialized? Do women realllly have a biological clock, or is it just a silly myth we have grown to believe and repeat during centuries. A myth to influence our contribution to keeping the species of man kind alive?
I wonder if it isn't something more emotional...
Apart from your mid thirties, society labels you as "middle age" . Middle age means you are closer to "old," an unfortunate label turned negative thanks to our consumer nature.
"I need new shoes, mine are so OLD." Throw away the old, get some new...but there was a time when "old" was cherished, when old was synonymous to wise.
Maybe giving life acts as a sort of "rebirth," allowing one to start at the beginning again, not feel so "old" perhaps find their "inner-child" in their new child.

Maybe it is for all of these reasons and maybe it is for none of them, nonetheless, it is a thought that consumes me.

I am anxious to be a mommy. Not anxious in the nervous senses of things, anxious in the sense that "I can't wait" to hold my little one and look into it's eyes as it looks back at mine, and know, he/she was made of pure love and happiness. I have no fears or doubts about my journey into "motherhood." I only hope the journey is a long and beautiful one