My daughter is getting her molars in, and life sucks for both of us. She’s one huge ball of discomfort and has taken to screaming at the top of her lungs OR sleeping during the day…luckily she IS also sleeping at night so I can’t complain there.

And she’s started walking! SIX STEPS, WITHOUT FALLING!  So that leaves me torn because I want her to walk, and run around the yard like a madwoman exploring things, and I kind of yearn for the days when she was sort of a blob that hung out wherever I put her looking around. She’s growing up too damn fast. And what I realize is, the fast your sprout grows the more people ask you “when you are planning on having another..”

What the hell. She’s not even a year old yet! I’m enjoying her little spurts of independence and sleeping through the night. My belly isn’t the size of a deflated softball anymore, and I can drink all the iced coffee I want without worrying about hard wiring a growing fetus for ADHD…so remind me WHY I would want to pop out more kids? I hate how the world works. You find a sweet boyfriend who holds open doors for you, and tolerates your raging OCD and poor domestic skills and people ask if he’s “the one…” than you date for quite some time and people ask “when is he going to pop the big question…” [and no people, I don't mean whether or not it's chinese or Indian]. And than he give you a ring and people ask when the wedding is…prior to getting wasted at your wedding and going on some sort of budget honeymoon they ask when the babies are coming…and not even a year later they want to know when MORE babies are coming.

Can a woman get a break?

Or better yet can you shut the fuck up.

I am not having any babies. I have dogs and kittens thank you. If you want me to have more, hire me a full time mothers helper because I have a job I’m passionate about, and I enjoy sleeping 7 hrs straight a night. I also enjoy recreational drugs and booze so piss off.

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