So here I am, a happily married textbook editor living in St. Louis with my husband Will and loving the “young couple” lifestyle. We hang out with friends, try all the new restaurants, travel whenever we want, and obsess way too much over our pseudo-child, Gatsby (a five pound toy fox terrier). All of this is great and I pretty much never want to give it up. But I have a feeling it’s going to change. And that change begins with a “B” and ends with an “aby.”
No, I am NOT pregnant (Mom – you can stop freaking out). Nor will I be within the next couple of years, at least not according to the “life plan” I have carefully crafted for myself. Will and I have always said that the magic number is 30 – we’ll wait until we’re 30 to have kids. Great! Thirty is OLD. Heck, I might not even live that long. But wait – NEWSFLASH – suddenly I’m 28! And I can feel the freedom of my childless years slipping through my fingers. A tiny person-to-be is looming in the not-so-distant future, plotting to invade our lives and my uterus.
FUTURE BABY: Hey Mom, you know how you like to go out to nice restaurants more often than you probably should? Well you better soak that up now because when I’m in the picture? Not gonna happen.
ME: Huh? Mom? Wait – are you talking to me, baldy?
FB: Also, you better start planning and saving for that trip to Europe, stat. I’m not a huge fan of history, museums, good wine, or even solid foods for that matter.
ME: Wow, way to be a party pooper.
FB: Oh, I’m an expert pooper. You’ll see.
ME: <throwing up in mouth>
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t want to have kids. (Again, Mom, stop freaking out.) I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we are lucky enough to have that experience because I know that many people aren’t and it’s often taken for granted. But whether biological or adopted, I’m guessing that in the relatively near future there will be mini people dictating what we can and cannot do in our day-to-day lives. This scares me.
I’m not what you might call a “baby person.” I’ve probably held about five babies in my entire life, and I think I can speak on behalf of myself and the babies when I say it was not good. I mean really, when someone hands you her baby, what are you supposed to do? Support the head – ok I know that, but then what? Do you just look at it? Pat it? Pet it? Bounce? Stand still? I don’t know. And then there’s the whole issue of baby talk. In the presence of a baby, it seems that pretty much everyone in the world suddenly loses the ability to pronounce the letter L, as in “Wook at this wittle cutie!” I cannot compel myself to do this. My conversations with babies go more like this:
ME: Hi! Awww, you’re cute. Yes you are!
ME: You’re heavy…
Note to friends and family members whose babies I’ve held: Don’t worry, I actually loved holding your baby. It’s the other four I’m talking about.
Another sign my maternal instincts haven’t kicked in yet? I don’t think babies are cute. Granted, they do get progressively cuter as they get older. I think most four and five year olds are adorable. I always want to take them by the shoulders, look them in the eye and say “Enjoy it kid, the awkward middle school years are not too far down the road.” But if you’re talking actual babies – most are wrinkly, fleshy, spitty Verne Troyer look-alikes.
So that’s where I stand right now. I do feel like I might be slowly warming up to humans of the ankle-biting, rug rat variety thanks to the fact that I have several friends who have babies or are pregnant. From what I’ve observed, motherhood does have some perks. However, I obviously have a ways to go. Thus begins my quest to enjoy living spontaneously and selfishly while I still can and to mentally prepare myself for what I like to refer to as Babygeddon…
“not-a-mommy” HA. I love it!!
I’m with you – too many good things to do and not enough time for babies!
i hear you – every single word of it. problem is i turn 30 in T-27 days. where the heck did my childless youth go? and who is going to pay for this bald, toothless wonder should a certain omnipresent being deem me worthy of having one? yikes.
I’m with you all the way on this carlie… remember the postpartum with the puppy stuff! that was mostly related to my “un-we” life slipping through my fingers! scary!
For this not being a “mommy blog” you write alot about the idea of mommies. I like it. Sort of the anti-mommy but acknowledge the elephant in the room. I signed up so I look forward to many more clever musings here and at GGG.
Carlie, you’re so cute! i’m excited to read about all of your life adventures 🙂
Well said:) I just read your blog outloud to Brent (we’re driving around aimlessly and selfishly – and it’s WONDERFUL!!) and we both say two thumbs up. We’re both anxiously awaiting the next installment. Maybe we can just share a baby one day? Cuts that yucky commitment thing in half:)
CarB~ this is hysterical! For the record, you (and I) and NOT 28 yet. Don’t go robbing us of our 27th year!
Carlie, You are a hoot. However I must disagree with you-babies are cute. And YOU were cute. Carlie, you are never going to talk baby talk to your kids. You were saying four syllable words coming out of the womb.
(By the way, I’m not her mother.)
love this! as a not-even-dating-and-probably-not-ever-getting-married non-mommmy, i can say i agree with you completely! i will say i think babies are cute, but i LOVE giving them back to their moms and walking away empty handed 🙂
I’m not gonna lie. It’s wonderful, but it is a ball and chain…
Agree with you on all points…thoroughly enjoying the child-free life and not feeling compelled to stop!
I agree and disagree.. what do you do with a baby once you’re holding it? natural instinct, bounce around, thus making yourself look like a total lunatic to those standing behind you. But I do believe that babies (generally once month and older) are very cute… newborns, not so much….
Ha! I love it! I can’t even tell you how many ugly babies I’ve seen! And can I add something else that scares the crap out of me, that according to my gyno this morning I should be considering in my early 30s since my mom had breast cancer in her early 30s, is getting a mammogram!! WHAT?! CRAP!!!! I’m almost 30!
Stephanie was asking me the other day if you were thinking about kids soon, I guess my firm no was correct! Love the blog!
You crack me up! I’m excited to read all about your adventures!
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