Kid's table

I'm 25 and I still feel like I'm sitting at the kid's table. I'm one and a half kids and one marriage behind most people my age, which really doesn't bother me. I don't want kids and I'm happy in my relationship. But I have to admit it's a strange experience to hang out with people who have kids, a husband, a mortgage. Conversations that delve into issues that only really happen to a married couple, or people with kids, make me feel five again. Suddenly I am no longer a part of the conversation...I can't be. So I stare at my nails or the bubbles in my soda as I suck down yet another Dr. Pepper and hope that the topic will soon switch over to sports...or something. Yes, I know what it's like to have a kid or two around the house, but not what it's like for them to be mine. Yes, I have had the conversation about getting a job in another city, but not the one that turns into a fight because now my spouse has to move and find a new job, too. I become a wall flower as my parents talk with my cousin or my sister about their real-life problems. I wonder if one day all of my friends will slowly slip into this circle. How long until I'm the only third wheel left? Everyone else is growing up and I'm still sipping on Capri-Sun at the kid's table. Oh well...bring me another round.