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The fertility rate害羞草研究所攖he number of children a hypothetical woman between the ages 15 to 49 would have over the course of her reproductive life害羞草研究所攈as been steadily falling over the last several decades.

Canada害羞草研究所檚 fertility rate, which 2016 census figures released in August, is pegged at 1.6 per cent, slightly higher than the 1.59 posted by Statistics Canada three years earlier.

The last year when the average number of children born matched the 2.1 replacement level needed for the population to renew itself, without being bolstered by immigration, was 1971.

This has been driven in large part by women choosing to join the reproduction game later or deferring it altogether.

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