This may be my most “controversial” blog entry to date. I try to stay away from pissing people off
more than I already do, so I have avoided anything too risqué. But since my milestone birthday is TOMORROW, I’ve been married for a year and a half, and seemly have my $hit together, people would assume the whole baby topic might start to appear. It’s been something I’ve thought of a lot, a lot more than I actually bring up to people for two reasons:
1. M.Y.O.B – I’m a private person and find little in my life to be the business of others. Must be why I decided to blog, huh?
2. I don’t want to be looked as a heartless freak.
Truth: I wouldn’t mind being a parent, but the kids part ruins the fantasy.
Truth: I love my job, but it’s also the world’s most effective birth control method. Spend one hormonal breakdown with a 14 year old and then we’ll see if you’re ready to pop one out.
Truth: I think my husband would be a wonderful father.
Truth: I think our children would like him better than me.
Truth: Did I mention kids wreck stuff?
Pretty convincing argument for not passing along my genes to a new generation, right? My sister already has two children, and there’s another one on the way from my other sister. I’m off the “grandchild” hook. So why isn’t this case closed?
Truth: If I only had to give birth once, I would be ok with the rest of the whole pregnancy thing.
Truth: I want my mom to be my children’s grandmother. As much as I adored my Papa, I want my children to have that experience with my mother. I know that she would be the world’s most amazing grandparent, based solely on what a wonderful mother she is to me.
Truth: I may doubt my own parenting skills, but I think as a team, Dear Hubby and I would do a pretty damn good job raising a baby.
Does my “pro baby” rationale outweigh the “AH HELL NO BABY!” factors? Who knows. I just know that right now, I love my life and do not want to miss any moment because I’m caught up in future daydreams and night terrors. I also know that this is the most adorable picture ever: