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10/02/2003: "I'm adopting"
Today in Sex Class we watched a video of a woman giving birth. As always happens whenever I see, hear, or read anything about pregnancy and giving birth, my conviction that I'm adopting strengthens. There's just no bloody way. There are plenty of children already born whose parents don't want them so that I don't need to add to the population. It's interesting that while people my age (such as my Little) swoon over babies and talk about wanting their own, I'm absolutely not interested. I certainly want kids when I'm married, but I really really have no interest in producing one myself.
Besides, if I did give birth, I would end up with a dead husband. Why? If some guy was patting my knee and saying, "There, there, honey, it's going good, keep pushing, you're doing a super job!" while I was giving birth, I would kill him. Ten times over. In the unlikely event that I decide to make a baby, I'm gonna be like Miranda on Sex and the City and request for my best friend to be in the delivery room to shut up anyone who starts shouting words of encouragement.
I <3 Miranda. As much as I'm like Carrie, I <3 Miranda.
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I will probably make a kid or two someday, but ditto on that "words of encouragement" thing. I have found that when in unimaginable pain, encouragement is not soothing. It merely makes me want to make the encourager suffer as much as I am. :Dmelantha, Thursday, October 2nd
Brooke, why don't you choose to take the drugs and be asleep during the birth?Bauer, Monday, October 6th