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February 04, 2013

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You will be a kickass mother, one day.

Athenae,
You're gonna be a great parent!

As an ob sonographer I feel your wrath. 30 years for me of listening to this bullshit professionally and holding my tongue (mostly).

I'm kinda surprised that there's not been a general trend to "why can't you do your part for the ________ [war effort, economy, white race, the GDP, the nation, pick one or more] as a further shaming technique.

These whiny, intrusive parents, more often than not, want you to be just as fuckin' miserable and harried as they are. Misery absolutely craves company....

It takes a Costco to deflate your self worth as a parent, or human being. Fuck the fucking fuckers.

Fortunately I surround myself with people who do not have children, so I don't hear that. My mother never pushed for me to have children because a)I'm not married; and b)she wasn't all that crazy about children herself.

My conservative extended family had a hard time dealing with us when we were just cohabitating that I used to joke that we got married at the court house just so we could sleep in the same bed when we visited them in rural America (had we not been married, we would have been given separate rooms at the hotel). But they still didn't see us as adults until we had children. It was really hard going to through infertility treatments, but having the nagging and pressure from condescending a-holes I hardly knew was a small dagger to heart every time. And I won't even say what my own parents put us through, that was beyond the pale.

Though we now have our own children, I make a point to not ask parental advice from pricks, and I humbly and honestly respect all couples' decisions regarding their reproductive rights (except for people for have three or more children--twins born second excepted--because those people just don't know when to quit).

I would never dream of saying any of this stuff. I will, however, pass along what I consider to be sound advice from my cousin Jay, whose second child was, quite unexpectedly, triplets: "Two [below school age] is a GOOD NUMBER. Once you have more than two, you have to play zone instead of man-to-man, and that never works out well."

"By the by, your spawn is over there at the buffet filling your hat with bean dip, so let's hope the Gifted and Talented Program has a money-back guarantee."

Good post A. This is just brilliant.

Luckily I was the baby in my family and my older siblings had two kidlets each so I didn't get the pressure to contribute grandkidlets. There was pressure, though, just to meet someone and settle down and get married -- to have someone to take care of me. Oh well, that didn't happen (probably by design), so again no pressure for kidlets. I was always ambiguous about having kidlets, anyway.

I'm drawing ever closer to that golden moment where the repro bits are taken offline... Then I'm sure I'll get the "why didn't you have babies??!??" "Such a shame"
Well...had I discovered my beloved was a great guy (after our going-steady in h.s., I was a spootie 16 y.o., and wasn't open to his potential) and started dating him again about 15 years ago, I would have had kid(s) with him. He's brilliantly smart, I think he's a handsome devil, and he's funnier than skidditch. Not to mention, we'd probably have fewer cats. But, I didn't, and we're together now, and we do have 4 cats...that's our maintenance level.

This brings back happy memories of the looks and comments we got walking around with our three little boys (8,6,4) and my wife obviously pregnant. I guess I was bemused because I was always in favor of a "keep going until we get a girl" strategy after having the first 2 boys and I understand that people are just fucked up and say stupid shit more often than not. Deep down they really don't believe they have the right to tell you how to live or to question your choices but saying nothing at all seems rude, so you get the first lame thought that pops into their head.

Deep down they really don't believe they have the right to tell you how to live or to question your choices but saying nothing at all seems rude, so you get the first lame thought that pops into their head.

This describes lik 90 percent of all conversations ever, and it's why I think we need to go back to etiquette training in school or something, so that people say stupid shit about the weather instead.

A.

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