For those of you reading this blog who are not already aware, I have made a decision some time ago not to breed – I’m not having kids. Why, you ask?
- I was in the room when my second nephew was born and what I saw happen was extremely scary.
- My arm still has the bruise from where my sister dug her fingers in during transition.
- My sister has been breeding quite well – 3 kids already and she’s not yet 30.
- Perhaps I can convince her to have another one then she can give two to me?
- The Other Half and I hate being places where kids are allowed to run amok.
- The Other Half and I would rather work weekends because that means weekdays are generally kid free wherever we choose to go.
- I cannot STAND anything icky, gooey or not 100% clean.
- This means I would turn any offspring into a germophobe.
- I have two cats, these are my babies.
- So much so that I printed out nice wallet size pictures of them, had them laminated and gave them to my Mum so she can show strangers her grand kids.
- My sister once let me babysit. She said she would be back in two hours.
- For two hours I was scared. At two hours and one minute, I was terrified. At three hours and still no sign of her I was ready to pack my belongings and run far, far away. At four hours, I was desperately calling her mobile. Help! HELP NOW!
- The only reason I survived those four hours was because the other half did most of the baby sitting.
- Babies become eerily calm in his presence.
- If I bred, I would have to give my baby to him and go to work while he raised it to four years, at which stage I would be happy to take over as you can have a rational conversation with a four year old. Sometimes.
- I’m honest enough with myself to say I am just too darned selfish to be a mother. I don’t have that mothering bone at all. But, I do love my cats. And my nephews and new niece, as long as I can give them back after a few hours.
I made this decision some years ago (my second nephew is now 5) and I am still feeling ok with it. I don’t think I am going to freak out as my biological clock ticks closer to stopping entirely. But, ask me in 9 years when I will be almost 40, and I’ll let you know if that is still the case. ;)