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November 3, 2007
I am in my thirties, single, child-free.

I thought i would never want children, never. I looked down my nose at girls who were surprised by pregnancy, shocked that drunken escapades could end in babies. I joked about selling my fully functioning uterus to the highest bidder.

Now i think of Girls thoughtful eyes, or Boys odd, lispy voice and im sort of sad about the way my life has gone. The sort of sad you get used to but definitely get over.

Then i buy one goddamned package of fucking adorable gerber onesies for Charlie.
Stupid biological imperative.