| 12 March |
The whole kid thing. |
This week has been interesting in terms of my uterus.
And by that, I mean that people have seemed to hear some clock that I don’t hear ticking away.
One worker told me that I was almost 27, therefore almost too old to have children. (But don’t worry, he told his 25 year old daughter the same thing)
Another coworker (who is younger than me and married) declared that if I didn’t want kids by now, I would never want them. And then asked “Don’t you hear your clock TICKING?!” His wife is a stay-at-home-do-nothing so of course she hears her clock ticking b/c she doesn’t DO ANYTHING ELSE!
I don’t let this idiotic comments get to me b/c it takes a lot more than trying to make me feel bad for NOT WANTING KIDS RIGHT NOW to piss me off. I mean, everybody is entitled to their own opinions.
But the truth is that I don’t want kids right now. I’m not married. MrC and I are at a point where we can save money pretty aggressively and still have fun. I want to lose weight, not gain it. MrC and I haven’t talked much about kids. We both want them in the future, but not in the near future.
Kids are expensive. And time consuming. I just got out of college 3 years ago (which was, ironically, also expensive and time consuming) and I’m not ready to be strapped to a crying, shitting (although cute) little being.
And I get that some women are cute pregnant people. My sister (#3) was. It just looked like she stuck a beach ball up her shirt- the rest of her stayed tiny. Me? I will blow up like a balloon. Be queazy constantly. Be an even bigger bitch. Hate being tired constantly. I’m not ready for it.
And if I try to explain my reasonings behind my not wanting kids right now, people look at me like I’m crazy. Like there MUST be something wrong with me.
Right now, I like being able to go on cruises (this May!!), go to bed at 9:00 (hello! loser, party of one!), and be selfish.
The worker above (who said that 27 is almost too old to have kids) went on after that to talk about how much your life changes and centers around kids. How you can’t go anywhere unless you drag the kids along, how much time they are… but then followed up with “But they are so worth it.” And I get that, I do. But for right now? I’d rather focus on myself and my relationship.
And if that means my biological clock is drowned out by the sound of a big ass cruise ship blowing it’s horn as we pull away, that’s fine by me.
