the yearly september freak-out
So I'm only TWENTY DAYS from turning twenty-seven. And I'm trying really, really hard not to freak the fuck out. Because birthdays? Not usually a good thing. This will be the first year that Amanda will be living with me, so I'm stressing out over that (mainly because I spend my birthday drunk every year, trying to forget about my own impending mortality). I'm also GOING TO BE THIRTY IN THREE YEARS AND TWENTY DAYS.
Anyone on the f-list who's over thirty and cursing me for my youth, I apologize; still, there was a long period of time in which I didn't expect to reach eighteen, so now that I'm almost nine years past that, I'm kind of spazzed out - particularly as I have no kids, and by the time my mother was my age I was *five*, and she and my father have been hinting about grandchildren, and asking questions like 'which one of you is going to actually get pregnant', and strongly hinting that it should be me, and sending us literature about sperm donors and alternate procedures. (whew. run-on sentence.)
Seriously, though -- Amanda and I haven't even talked about kids, beyond the 'yes, we'd like to have some one day' -- and even if we do have them, I'm *certainly* not going to be the one who gets pregnant. This much we *have* decided. Amanda works from home, and I spend a good three months a year on airplanes -- it's just not practical for me to be pregnant.
We do want kids, though -- and one of the millions of things my mother has said recently is v. cool, if it's true -- namely, that the two of us can have a kid together, from *our* DNA.. If that's true, that's the coolest thing I've heard in a long time. I'd kind of given up on the idea of passing along my actual genetics.
Anyone on the f-list who's over thirty and cursing me for my youth, I apologize; still, there was a long period of time in which I didn't expect to reach eighteen, so now that I'm almost nine years past that, I'm kind of spazzed out - particularly as I have no kids, and by the time my mother was my age I was *five*, and she and my father have been hinting about grandchildren, and asking questions like 'which one of you is going to actually get pregnant', and strongly hinting that it should be me, and sending us literature about sperm donors and alternate procedures. (whew. run-on sentence.)
Seriously, though -- Amanda and I haven't even talked about kids, beyond the 'yes, we'd like to have some one day' -- and even if we do have them, I'm *certainly* not going to be the one who gets pregnant. This much we *have* decided. Amanda works from home, and I spend a good three months a year on airplanes -- it's just not practical for me to be pregnant.
We do want kids, though -- and one of the millions of things my mother has said recently is v. cool, if it's true -- namely, that the two of us can have a kid together, from *our* DNA.. If that's true, that's the coolest thing I've heard in a long time. I'd kind of given up on the idea of passing along my actual genetics.