Over Labor Day weekend I was lucky enough to have some of my favorite ladies to hangout with. My mom, aunt, and cousin came down to visit from MD. If you read my previous post you will have seen that Me, my mom, my aunt, and my bestie Anna headed to Key West for the weekend. My cousin headed to Sarasota to visit with her friend so that they could meet the new family man, Andy.
Andy is my new nephew that is now 5 months old. I can honestly say I love this little guy. I’m super excited for the day that he is old enough to come down and I can spoil him with trips to Disney World and the such. I mean right now I could buy him a cardboard box and he would love playing in it! But one day I get to be the super cool Aunt!
However, you would have thought that Labor Day meant something completely different. I spent a number of time fielding “why don’t you want to have a baby” in all it’s different forms. I feel like I turned 30 and all I ever get is “when do you two plan on having kids” and my response, as many others get, is one of shame.
I don’t feel guilty for not, at this time in my life, wanting kids. I never like to say never but I don’t seem to have that “baby” gene. I loved playing with Andy but it didn’t spur some deep desire to suddenly have one of my own.
I don’t know about anyone else but I always leave these conversations very upset and unnerved. Why does it bother people so much or make them uneasy that I may not want children? Why should I be guilted into doing something when I don’t really want to. It isn’t like buyers remorse, I can’t return it. I also don’t feel selfish for not wanting them. Maybe we will change our minds, maybe we won’t. We are happy, in a wonderful marriage, with good jobs! Why do we need more than that right now? Shouldn’t the woman’s right to choose include choosing not to have kids? Just throwing that out to the universe!
Guess this was a bit of a rambling post but these conversations left me really tweaked. And now on with my day!