I’M NOT breaking any new ground to point out that the older you get the more of your friends and social group settle down and start to reproduce.

As I rapidly approach my 30th birthday I’ve found the number of people I know who haven’t managed to squeeze out a child or two decreasing at an alarming rate. And nowhere is this more apparent than on Facebook.

What was once full of pictures of alcohol-fuelled antics seems to now be dominated entirely by pictures of weddings and babies.

While I can understand the desire to want to show off these pictures, there’s a line where it becomes too much.

While I’m sure your child had a lovely time at the park, I don’t really need to see 57 pictures of your day out. Apparently even baby’s dinner time requires at least a dozen or so pictures.

And of course all the cooing comments from other parents results in a selfperpetuating circle where they all post hundreds of pictures of their children to show how lovely they are too.

The odd picture every now and then I can cope with, but there is a limit.

And it’s not just pictures.

One friend recently posted a status about his son doing what he called ‘a bath poo’. Just what I wanted to read.

But while I have absolutely no desire – or opportunity, for that matter – to have children, I can at least grudgingly accept that lots of people do want to see pictures of their friend’s babies.

But then last week it reached a sickening high as social media was suddenly filled with pictures of Prince George and his new baby sister.

My Facebook was suddenly swamped with the same four pictures – indistinguishable from any others posted by proud parents – with comments like “Oooh aren’t they cute!!! .

At least I can understand why someone I know might want me to see pictures of their children, I really have no desire to see pictures of babies I don’t know and have absolutely no relation to my life.

But then again, if I really am the only one who doesn’t want to see endless baby pictures, royal or otherwise, maybe there’s something wrong with me rather than everyone else.

No, it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong. Definitely.