I’m getting to that age where I’m thinking about kids.
And it’s not baby fever. F that. (Though babies are kind of squishy and cute.)
It’s more like, “Shit, if I put this thing off for much longer, that kid is going to have senior citizen parents.”
My dude and I have talked about kids, slightly, and we both kind of feel the same way. We’re not against them, but they’re not high up on our lists of things to do.
They’re scary, man.
I like sleeping in on the weekends. I like my alone time. Every once in awhile, I like having a nightcap and a Purple Rain one-person dance party at the house. I think about death and dying every hour of the day- how could I produce spawn and not explode from anxiety? What happens is my kid gets sick? Will I fall apart? What will happen to my relationship with my kid’s dad? TELL ME!!!!
These are thoughts that swim through my head on a daily basis, and it makes the thought of having kids kind of TERRIFYING.
This is where you come in.
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