Last night I woke up from a bad dream. I dreamt that I was pregnant and going to be having a baby (duh). But soon! Like, I was due yesterday and had forgotten.
Here's the issue. 1) I don't want children for a looooooong time. 2) I don't like babies. 3) The Pedant and I both don't want children. 4) I want to have more than I do in my savings account for random trips to the toy store, and bookstore, and oh yeah, clothes store, dentist store, doctor store, drug store. Cause babies ain't cheap.
I don't DISLIKE children that much, but in light of recent events and questions, I know shortly after this period of joy will come more questions: When are you having children?! How many? Can I hold the baby? Can I rub your belly? When's the next one coming? You're not really naming him St. Thomas Aquinas [Redacted]?!
The other thing I hate about children: PERMANENT. It's not like babysitting or having a goldfish that lasts 2 months. They are always there. And always in need of attention.
I do want children, but I kinda want to know what I'm doing with my life first.
Hopefully, no more nightmares....
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Better than the dream where I got shot in the chest with a minie ball.
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