Intro Post & a Headdesk For the Ages
Hi all. i'm 28 (29 next week), recently married to a great guy, and happily childfree.
That said...my Mom has the Baby Rabies. She desperately wants grandchildren and is about as subtle as Ayn Rand in her demands for me to breed. Despite my repeated assertions that i cannot have healthy children and wouldn't want them if i could. She gives me the usual litany of, "Oh, it's different when they're yours," and "You're not a real woman til you've had a baby," etc.
She has even gone so far as to offer to adopt and raise any spawn i may produce. (But, for some reason, when i suggest she foster/adopt an existing child who badly needs it, she tells me i'm being "ridiculous" and "selfish.") It's not that i hate kids-i have two nephews and a pile of baby cousins, whom i love dearly and spoil as much as possible-it's just that i don't see the need to reproduce, at great personal risk, just to satisfy some ludicrous notion of femininity.
That being said--my Mom, for Christmas this year, gave me maternity clothes. Because of course i was just waiting for the right apparel to change my mind.
This is not the most insane thing she's done in her quest for grandchildren, oh no. Last year we were chatting on the phone & she came out with, "Oh, i can't believe i didn't think to save some of your (dead) brother's sperm!! You could have HIS baby!"
So, you know. i'm glad this community exists.
That said...my Mom has the Baby Rabies. She desperately wants grandchildren and is about as subtle as Ayn Rand in her demands for me to breed. Despite my repeated assertions that i cannot have healthy children and wouldn't want them if i could. She gives me the usual litany of, "Oh, it's different when they're yours," and "You're not a real woman til you've had a baby," etc.
She has even gone so far as to offer to adopt and raise any spawn i may produce. (But, for some reason, when i suggest she foster/adopt an existing child who badly needs it, she tells me i'm being "ridiculous" and "selfish.") It's not that i hate kids-i have two nephews and a pile of baby cousins, whom i love dearly and spoil as much as possible-it's just that i don't see the need to reproduce, at great personal risk, just to satisfy some ludicrous notion of femininity.
That being said--my Mom, for Christmas this year, gave me maternity clothes. Because of course i was just waiting for the right apparel to change my mind.
This is not the most insane thing she's done in her quest for grandchildren, oh no. Last year we were chatting on the phone & she came out with, "Oh, i can't believe i didn't think to save some of your (dead) brother's sperm!! You could have HIS baby!"
So, you know. i'm glad this community exists.