I had this thing, this huge looming worry that I was going to just totally have the most hellish children on the planet. Nothing I was going to do was going to keep them from being pregnant, alcoholic druggies at 15. I was petrified of children, even babysitting was kinda scary. I mean, what happens if they *don't* want to take their medicine when they've got a 100* fever? With Melinda I swear I was like, "well, I can close her mouth and rub her throat... it works for the cat". But I know that's not how you're supposed to do it (apparently the trick is an eyedropper in the side of their mouth). And I saw all my friends with kids, and I was like, "man, I could never do that". Oh and not to mention you're solely responsible for their upbringing and nutritional habits and intelligence and scholastic capabilities.
And about three months ago, I got a refil for my prescription for birth control, and couldn't afford it. So Tom and I have been super, uber careful since then, even going so far as to not even have sex just to avoid the all-to-real possibility that we could get pregnant. I had been thinking about it, about how my parents are gonna be depressed because there's no way in hell I'm going to give them grandkids. I mean, okay, even if raising them wasn't such an issue, there's still the whole birthing process to consider. My mom spent 32 hours in labor with me, and even then they did a C-section. Oh, and the alternative (the epideral, sp) is not any more appealing... a huge ass needle in my spine. No thanks.
And then, about a week ago, I was planning our wedding (which we've temporarily postponed until Feb/March), and it hit me.
OMG.
I want kids.
I want kids RIGHT BLOODY NOW.
So Tom and I talked, and I've been struggling with the idea, because I tend to obsess a little, and we've agreed that once we're married, sometime around the middle to late parts of next year, we're gonna try for a wee one. Bye bye birth control, hello ovulation charting. I dunno if I'm ready for this... but my instincts tell me it's mating season. And it's about time, because really, I'm here on this planet to be a mom, and I know it.
And about three months ago, I got a refil for my prescription for birth control, and couldn't afford it. So Tom and I have been super, uber careful since then, even going so far as to not even have sex just to avoid the all-to-real possibility that we could get pregnant. I had been thinking about it, about how my parents are gonna be depressed because there's no way in hell I'm going to give them grandkids. I mean, okay, even if raising them wasn't such an issue, there's still the whole birthing process to consider. My mom spent 32 hours in labor with me, and even then they did a C-section. Oh, and the alternative (the epideral, sp) is not any more appealing... a huge ass needle in my spine. No thanks.
And then, about a week ago, I was planning our wedding (which we've temporarily postponed until Feb/March), and it hit me.
OMG.
I want kids.
I want kids RIGHT BLOODY NOW.
So Tom and I talked, and I've been struggling with the idea, because I tend to obsess a little, and we've agreed that once we're married, sometime around the middle to late parts of next year, we're gonna try for a wee one. Bye bye birth control, hello ovulation charting. I dunno if I'm ready for this... but my instincts tell me it's mating season. And it's about time, because really, I'm here on this planet to be a mom, and I know it.
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In that form its really similar to one comic tital that is out already so there won't be much to steal. I'll keep all the important information under wraps for the time being. Besides there are plenty of new ideas for the Transformers coming out all the time so there are bound to be repeats.