Preggo-ness

It really irks me the way that my ma has begun bringing up the baby thing. I'm officially living in sin, so I'm not sure whether our baby would find itself on the end of Satan's marshmallow stick anyway, but I don't like that just because I have a uterus means I have to use it.

And I know I'm not alone on this one. The industralized world is facing a declining birth rate (the US - whose OK-ish birth rate is due almost entirely to the immigrant population - is an exception). Denial isn't just a river in Africa for countries like Japan and Germany, whose incredible xenophobia + low birthrates have made their future look pretty bleak unless they start letting more immigrants in or they pay women to stop giving head and start putting that sperm in its rightful place!

A couple must make 2.5 babies in order to sustain its biological weight in the circle of life. And though I don't mind the idea of Mexican and African babies overrunning the gene pool, some people do.

What I'm getting at is the why. Why aren't women willingly putting their pussies on the chopping block for little bundles of therapy-inspiring, sex-life-killing, marriage-ending joy? I can't quite put my finger on it. Some say it's the internet (and all the masturbating that goes along with the internet! Again, put that sperm somewhere useful, not your keyboard). Some say its feminism, careerism, the fact that GW ruined the world, lack of healthcare, smaller apartments in bigger cities. I would add the fact that hamsters die sooner and definitely won't spend half their life blaming you for that time you didn't hug them after they didn't get a date to the prom.

Ok, so maybe I sort of hate kids. So what? I've seen what kids turn into... and I want to be able to tell my house full of cats one day that they're damn lucky that mommy was smart enough to swallow.