Hi again to all!
In addition to reading the posts here (and yes, TMC) at least once a day for the past several months, I just read �Childfree and Loving It� (it was as good as everyone here has said). I am almost done with �Maybe Baby� and had to turn on the computer to post this b/c I am having so many thoughts. I am deep in the �had kids and it is the most wonderful thing in the world blah blah blah� section, just finished the essay by the woman who has to have a drink every day to deal with being around her kids (no euphemizing for me). On one level I feel these essays are great, honest, gripping wonderfully written etc and they validate the part of me that does want kids (still �officially� confused on the issue) and thinks I will love it and it will be the most wonderful thing I was so glad I didn�t miss out on (to paraphrase my mother earlier this week� grrr). But then there is a part of me that keeps thinking: all these essays have the common thread that feels it is truly a total, complete crock, that I am being fed the same lines these folks were fed etc etc. Do I see this b/c it is what I want to see in them to validate the other half (no kids, no way, never, not in a million years and deep down I know it). I was curious as to others� reactions to this book and these essays. I was so irritated by the preachy woman declaring that with one kid she could hold onto remnants of her CF life, but at two it was officially over. I loved the essay Surprise Baby (about adopting a newborn and the one by the ex-bank robber).