Oh. Baby? Oh, Baby!
I know way too many people having babies.
Granted, every one of them is older than me, so I cannot bitch outright, but I can still complain because at least some of these people has a semblance of a future ahead of them. Hell, at some point in my life, I had thought about dating 3 of the 4 culprits, but I have a semi-strict policy on ‘I don’t wanna be the baby daddy’ unless I didn’t know you before you became a mother.
So yeah, all this kid having is driving me nuts. The first one, the pregnancy started in early spring, we were decent friends, and one day she just falls off the face of the earth. A couple of her closer friends I knew told me of the impending baby, but I thought I was close enough to know of things like that going on. The second told me a couple of months ago that her and her husband were expecting a second child. While they can love and care for that one child, and will be able to for two, the fact that both are in school and on a very instable income leads me to worry greatly for their situation. The third and fourth, I’ll lump together because they were so very similar. One on facebook, the other on mojo both send out messages and post it publicly that they are now with child. With no real warning that they were with anyone. Just out of the blue. It didn’t amaze me that they put it somewhere publicly. Whenever I have my little bouncing bundle of joy that my wife spit out, you all will be some of the first to know. It’s just that it was so far out of left field, you’d think you’d been hit by the baseball square in the back of the head. And with the pair I speak of here, I had wanted to date one of them, and I had kinda dated the other. So it was just an odd situation.
Anyway, just one of those odd things to vent on.
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Worry not, love. My uterus is banned from being occupied.
And I’m living a life of celibacy at the time.