I do not want kids. I do not want kids.
I do not want kids.
I do not think it makes selfish, heartless, or narcissistic. Very early on, when I thought I wanted kids, I realized I just wanted to name babies and dress them sometimes.
I can be very nurturing and the mom, these days the grandma, of my friend group, but that does not mean I want to procreate. Now do not get me wrong, our child(ren) would be totally rad; but, I would make a terrible pregnant woman, children are expensive, and I just don’t feel it. Plus, I like being the cool aunt.
I have been consistent on my stance for years and that does not stop my family and friends from saying:
Or this classic line from my mother “I will hide your birth control!”
Austin and I are both on the same page about this topic. People say the same things to him. We just look at each other and roll our eyes.
I am fascinated by the stages of pregnancy, birthing methods, and child-rearing; I think this is mainly to do with my continued love of biology and sociology. I used to work in a Maternal Child Unit, I have the keen ability to calm a child, and I can do a mean swaddle. I give advice to my new parent friends all the time. It does sound like all signs point to parenthood. I am actually starting to think my real calling may be to become a doula or midwife.
Even though we are the best kids, our parents will have to look to our other siblings for more grandbabies.