The white bottom of a magnolia petal flies across a blue an pink windswept scene.

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The wedding season is finally over – now it’s baby season. I’m sure by now you’re aware of my feelings on all the fooey fluffliness of weddings.

However ridiculous I think they are, though, weddings don’t change much these days. When a couple gets married, they’ve probably already been living together. It’s more like a celebration that they haven’t killed each other yet, than an announcement of naïvely innocent love.

Babies are different though; babies are game changers. As my Facebook feed becomes swarmed with big bellies and newborns, I get a little queasy. It’s empathy, and a projection of my own fears.

I don’t want a baby. I have absolutely no desire to take on an 18-24 year project that will rip my body apart, bleed my bank account, and challenge my patience. Every once in awhile, though, I wonder what it would be like, what my kid might look like, and if it’s something I’m destined to do.

“You better check what time of the month it is when you start to think those things.” My friend, Michele, made me laugh when she said that, but it’s true. I’m fighting a biological instinct and, luckily, I’m still winning.

 

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