The great (baby) debate.
As I start back blogging about my life as the anti-missus, I thought I would hit on a subject that has been coming up A LOT lately….
Babies.
Not just any babies, MY babies. Well, really my hypothetical ones.
Family, friends, and random people have been mentioning to DH (dear husband) and I that they want us to have kids.
Right.
When people tell me these things, I feel like saying “ok, well let me got on that right now” or “I’ll let you know when I decide to start having sex on purpose”. I mostly brush it off with “I have dogs” or my favorite “I’m too selfish to have a kid right now’
Don’t get me wrong, I love kids (well, the ones that are related to me mostly), but I have always said that I want to live before I get strapped to a stroller and baby bag for 2-3 years.
When I’m in stores and I hear a baby somewhere screaming, my ovaries hurt. When I see a kid run past me with no “excuse me”, I want to trip them. How can I take care of a baby 24 hours a day when I can’t even stand to be around most of them for about 20 minutes?
Except L. L is my nephew. He is cute, bubbly, funny, AND he doesn’t stink. I like him. And the best thing about him is when I’m tired I can just pass him off to mi Hermana and I can sleep through the night which she cannot.
I feel at this point I am too selfish for a kid, as I would tell anyone who asks. I like to sleep in, cook tasty meals, go off on weekend camping trips, spend whole days in bed just playing video games, and going to tasty restaurants with DH whenever I want. With dogs, I can put them in the back yard or barricade them in the back of the house and if I do that with a kid I would get reported. DH and I don’t get to see each other enough as it is, and I am very stingy with our time together.
But, when people start bringing up the “B” word, I do start to wonder, is it time? Or is this society telling me that because I’ve been married almost 2 years and I’m 24 that I should start producing babies on a regular basis now? It seems like every time I get on Facebook another person is pregnant, or someone’s just popped one out. I do tend to feel left out. DH and I talk about the “B” subject sometimes for fun. Like we know that when we have a baby we won’t find out the sex until the birth and that we want twin boys. We know that our first boy will be named Parker Jerome, and if we have a girl she’ll probably be Hattie Ellen. But, I don’t think it would be fair to bring a baby into this world if I can’t give it the best life possible, and at this point I couldn’t. I believe that when God wants me to have a baby I will know when it’s time, and I will probably start liking kids more (hopefully). I’ve asked God to send me an angel in a dream to let me know when it’s time like the OG Mary, but the jury is still out.
But one day, maybe soon maybe not, I will welcome a baby into this world with the love, support, and geekery that it deserves.
