....and that's final
April 23, 2003 @ 9:33 a.m.
I had a baby last night.
Well, in a dream.
Actually, it was Becky who was pregnant, but for some reason it was my baby she was carrying. Not "my baby" in that we were a couple or anything, but "my baby" that she was a surrogate mother for my child.
Weird.
The subject of babies have been ever-present in my life lately. Two of my cousins, who are also sisters, are both 5 months pregnant, and so there's great joy, yada yada, babies are cute. And practically every girl I talk to is "oooo! baby! Gimme gimme gimme!" all the time.
I cannot relate to this.
I dislike children. I don't hate them, like I often claim, but I honestly have no desire to bear them, care for them, watch them grow old and go to their school activities. I don't want to be a soccer mom. I don't want to drive a van. I don't want to deal with snotty noses and vomit and whining.
It's worse, even, then hating kids. They do not interest me. I don't mind holding them. They can be fun. But Jesus! do I not want one.
Maybe something will change. Maybe one day, if I meet the right man, I'll want one, or two, or seven. But if it stays like this, I dread the coming years.
Because honestly, if I hear another girl squeal over how cuuuuute a kid is, I'm gonna puke.
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