I already knew that I didn't want to have kids, but now I have the proof, not that I needed any. See, I was never really exposed to kids growing up so for a while I thought, I don't want any because I don't really know what it's like to be around them, but maybe if I get the chance, I'll change my mind; I might find I want one. So that was kind of bothering me because I made my decision based mostly on my feelings and not actual fact.
But as you know my sister had a baby last year and my brother just had a baby too. So I've been around their babies every time we gather, like today. And I noticed nothing about parenthood interests me, absolutely nothing, although the actual babies are soooo sooo cute and I can't get enough of them, especially my nephew - he's a Gerber baby.
The conversations are soooo boring, their lives revolve around their kids (more like their lives are controlled by their kids), they don't take care of themselves, they look and act tired and stressed. Their apartments are littered with toys, cribs, strollers, pampers, screaming and crying, etc. Ewww! And, -and this is the MOST revealing thing to me-: THEY DON'T LOOK HAPPY. I mean, in the sense that having a child is supposed to make you oh-so-happy (and worth it).
So it's not so much the actual babies that I dislike, but the lifestyle. I came home with my husband and was like Ahhhhh!! My Space, my Time, my Life, my beautiful Fish! I've never appreciated my life so much.
Now I'm 100% sure, I'll never doubt myself again!
Last edited by gullivera; 07/09/11 11:29 PM.