Not that there's anything wrong with not wanting children. I'm just saying you could well change your mind at some point in your life.
I already changed, I used to want kids (though I've NEVER wanted to experience pregnancy).
But I probably won't ever really have like a hormonal need to have kids again, I think I am too medicated. I've been on the pill (which works by mimicking pregnancy) for so long due to medical problems that I'm barely even attracted to men anymore, let alone having maternal needs.
34 and don’t ever, ever want kids. However, within the last two years, all (I mean all) of my friends had babies. My wife and I think they are all completely mental, but they keep trying to talk us into it. And yes, the “Oh you’ll change your mind someday” speech is going to get someone punched in the mouth. Yeah, and I might change my mind about wishing a wolverine would appear out of nowhere and chomp on my dick too.
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34 and don’t ever, ever want kids. However, within the last two years, all (I mean all) of my friends had babies. My wife and I think they are all completely mental, but they keep trying to talk us into it. And yes, the “Oh you’ll change your mind someday” speech is going to get someone punched in the mouth. Yeah, and I might change my mind about wishing a wolverine would appear out of nowhere and chomp on my dick too.
there's some kind of plan in motion that my group of friends is going to pass around the baby clothes "when we each have a baby." somehow, I am automatically part of this. they are already picking out the clothes. it's like they refuse to even hear me when I say "I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm..."
and I'm not sure, but I think one of my friends was trying to convince me to get back with my ex boyfriend last night, even as I was saying "we're not right for each other, and we live 750 miles apart..."
there's some kind of plan in motion that my group of friends is going to pass around the baby clothes "when we each have a baby." somehow, I am automatically part of this. they are already picking out the clothes. it's like they refuse to even hear me when I say "I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm..."
and I'm not sure, but I think one of my friends was trying to convince me to get back with my ex boyfriend last night, even as I was saying "we're not right for each other, and we live 750 miles apart..."
Yeah, it is weird how some people just can't fathom not having children. Having that conversation with a Mormon is like teaching a cricket algebra. As far as I'm concerned, I'm doing the planet a favor. The last thing we need is more humans... especially ones descending from my demon spawn.
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Yeah, and I might change my mind about wishing a wolverine would appear out of nowhere and chomp on my dick too.
hope springs eternal
oh scary... 40000 morbidly obese christians wearing fanny packs invading europe is probably the least scariest thing since I watched an edited version of The Care Bears movie in an extremely brightly lit cinema.
Yeah, it is weird how some people just can't fathom not having children. Having that conversation with a Mormon is like teaching a cricket algebra. As far as I'm concerned, I'm doing the planet a favor. The last thing we need is more humans... especially ones descending from my demon spawn.
that's my opinion too. there's a hilarious Onion article somewhere that's like "we have to save the environment for my 5 children." When people tell me why they want kids, it's always like "my clock is ticking" "I want to be a mommy" "I want a little me." Those don't really seem like convincing enough arguments to me.
plus, being pregnant looks really, really, really disgusting.
wait I'm gonna look for that Onion article, I love it:
We Must Preserve The Earth's Dwindling Resources For My Five Children
By Brenda Melford
June 28, 2006 | Issue 42•26
OpEd2
As we move into the 21st century, it is our responsibility to think of the future of the earth—not for ourselves, but for those who will inherit what my husband and I leave behind when we're gone. If we do not join together and do what's best for this, our only planet, there may not be an environment left in which my five children, and their 25 children's 125 children, can grow up and raise large upper-middle-class families of their own.
Nothing less than the preservation of my descendents' lifestyle itself is at stake.
Imagine a world devoid of pristine wilderness for my progeny to explore on the weekends in the sport-utility-vehicles of the future, leaving my youngest son, Dylan, with nowhere to blow off steam on off-road adventures. Imagine a world in which my beautiful middle son, Connor, is denied his twice-daily half-hour hot showers because of water shortages. Picture what it would be like for my oldest boy Asher, preparing to start his first semester at Stanford, to have to go without basic amenities such as cable television, satellite radio, central air, or massage chairs, all because of the shortsighted squandering by his parents' generation of our non-renewable energy sources today.
Though it seems like a far-off nightmare, this terrible vision is all too possible. Would you want to live in a world where my five children had to endure such horrible deprivations? I know I wouldn't.
If we don't take action now, my daughters Kimmy and Jenna may not be able to blow-dry their hair for 45 minutes to an hour each morning, nor may my future sons-in-law cut their grass atop enormous, diesel-powered riding mowers. In fact, they may not even have lawns—at least not the lush, verdant kind that requires constant watering and pesticide treatment. It's conceivable that one day my five children's spacious yards may be entirely composed of synthetic Astroturf, or—God forbid—those tacky wood chips my sister in Arizona uses.
In a cruel irony, those wood chippings will get more expensive as the world's timber supply continues to shrink.
Encroaching urban sprawl has already begun to spoil the view from the porch of our beautiful new summer home on Lake Wakenaka. Sadly, the view from the bay windows of our first summer home, the one we built at our Woodland Acres property six years earlier, has already been ruined by such unchecked development. Must my children grow up in a world where only one of their parents' summer homes is surrounded by the beauty of nature? It's unthinkable, I know, but we must face facts.
This is to say nothing of the deleterious impact the destruction of our global ecosystems will have on the wildlife my family enjoys hunting. Biodiversity is crucial to another 100 years of deer-, quail-, duck-, bear-, moose-, bobcat-, and bison-shooting summer recreation for my descendents.
We must take steps immediately to devise safe, alternative energy sources that my future offspring can safely consume. If we don't develop new fuels now, there will be none left for those who issue from my loins to burn and continue to burn for all time. I don't want my 625-odd great-grandchildren to have to wait 20 or 30 precious seconds for their toilets to flush. I don't want their 3,125 children to live in a hellish society where they cannot own their own snowmobiles. And I shudder to think that my 15,625 great-great-great-grandchildren may not be able to have TVs in every room that they can leave on all day and all night. Is it our right to deny my progeny of their gargantuan RVs and motorboats, as well? Of course not.
We cannot, in good conscience, lay such a burden on tomorrow's generations of Melfords. My children are the future. And at the end of the day, isn't it family—my family—that truly matters?
Actually, it's a tradition for your 30th B-day here in Idaho to prove your manhood. As disturbing as it seems (to outsiders), the only way to survive their vice-like jaws is to have a raging hard-on.
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Actually, it's a tradition for your 30th B-day here in Idaho to prove your manhood. As disturbing as it seems (to outsiders), the only way to survive their vice-like jaws is to have a raging hard-on.
so you're in Idaho?
*strokes the other 49 states off his list of places to search*
oh scary... 40000 morbidly obese christians wearing fanny packs invading europe is probably the least scariest thing since I watched an edited version of The Care Bears movie in an extremely brightly lit cinema.
that's my opinion too. there's a hilarious Onion article somewhere that's like "we have to save the environment for my 5 children." When people tell me why they want kids, it's always like "my clock is ticking" "I want to be a mommy" "I want a little me." Those don't really seem like convincing enough arguments to me.
plus, being pregnant looks really, really, really disgusting.
wait I'm gonna look for that Onion article, I love it:
We Must Preserve The Earth's Dwindling Resources For My Five Children
By Brenda Melford
June 28, 2006 | Issue 42•26
OpEd2
As we move into the 21st century, it is our responsibility to think of the future of the earth—not for ourselves, but for those who will inherit what my husband and I leave behind when we're gone. If we do not join together and do what's best for this, our only planet, there may not be an environment left in which my five children, and their 25 children's 125 children, can grow up and raise large upper-middle-class families of their own.
Nothing less than the preservation of my descendents' lifestyle itself is at stake.
Imagine a world devoid of pristine wilderness for my progeny to explore on the weekends in the sport-utility-vehicles of the future, leaving my youngest son, Dylan, with nowhere to blow off steam on off-road adventures. Imagine a world in which my beautiful middle son, Connor, is denied his twice-daily half-hour hot showers because of water shortages. Picture what it would be like for my oldest boy Asher, preparing to start his first semester at Stanford, to have to go without basic amenities such as cable television, satellite radio, central air, or massage chairs, all because of the shortsighted squandering by his parents' generation of our non-renewable energy sources today.
Though it seems like a far-off nightmare, this terrible vision is all too possible. Would you want to live in a world where my five children had to endure such horrible deprivations? I know I wouldn't.
If we don't take action now, my daughters Kimmy and Jenna may not be able to blow-dry their hair for 45 minutes to an hour each morning, nor may my future sons-in-law cut their grass atop enormous, diesel-powered riding mowers. In fact, they may not even have lawns—at least not the lush, verdant kind that requires constant watering and pesticide treatment. It's conceivable that one day my five children's spacious yards may be entirely composed of synthetic Astroturf, or—God forbid—those tacky wood chips my sister in Arizona uses.
In a cruel irony, those wood chippings will get more expensive as the world's timber supply continues to shrink.
Encroaching urban sprawl has already begun to spoil the view from the porch of our beautiful new summer home on Lake Wakenaka. Sadly, the view from the bay windows of our first summer home, the one we built at our Woodland Acres property six years earlier, has already been ruined by such unchecked development. Must my children grow up in a world where only one of their parents' summer homes is surrounded by the beauty of nature? It's unthinkable, I know, but we must face facts.
This is to say nothing of the deleterious impact the destruction of our global ecosystems will have on the wildlife my family enjoys hunting. Biodiversity is crucial to another 100 years of deer-, quail-, duck-, bear-, moose-, bobcat-, and bison-shooting summer recreation for my descendents.
We must take steps immediately to devise safe, alternative energy sources that my future offspring can safely consume. If we don't develop new fuels now, there will be none left for those who issue from my loins to burn and continue to burn for all time. I don't want my 625-odd great-grandchildren to have to wait 20 or 30 precious seconds for their toilets to flush. I don't want their 3,125 children to live in a hellish society where they cannot own their own snowmobiles. And I shudder to think that my 15,625 great-great-great-grandchildren may not be able to have TVs in every room that they can leave on all day and all night. Is it our right to deny my progeny of their gargantuan RVs and motorboats, as well? Of course not.
We cannot, in good conscience, lay such a burden on tomorrow's generations of Melfords. My children are the future. And at the end of the day, isn't it family—my family—that truly matters?
That is fucking awesome! I can't even get started on this subject lest I be labeled a total sociopath.
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...your friends start hoping for *positive* pregnancy tests.
shudder.
I am 36 and I have to say that my closest friends were done popping out babies by the time they were 30. I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with my second (and last child) son when I turned 30 (yea, that was a fun birthday party ). We all had babies around the same time and I think we collectively thought "I'm not having babies AFTER 30!".
I am 36 and I have to say that my closest friends were done popping out babies by the time they were 30. I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with my second (and last child) son when I turned 30 (yea, that was a fun birthday party ). We all had babies around the same time and I think we collectively thought "I'm not having babies AFTER 30!".
I'm 26 and pregnant with baby #2. We are uncertain whether we will try for a third baby or not but I have already decided that if I am not pregnant by the time I turn 29 then I won't be having anymore kids. Personally I don't like the idea of having kids after 30 (but each to their own), and I don't want too large an age gap between my children. Plus it has been kind of suggested to me by a doctor that I should have all the children I want by the time I am 30 due to health problems that may get worse for me from around that point onwards.
I know a lot of people these days want to hold off having children, but I don't understand people who know they WANT children but don't even think about having them until their mid 30's. Physically once a woman turns about 36 there is more chance of things going wrong in their pregnancies and with their babies and less chance of falling pregnant in the first place and I feel sorry for people who have left it too long. Having said that, I do have an aunty that had her first and only child at 41 and that turned out fine, but not everyone gets that lucky. Personally I think anyone who wants to have children should at least start looking into when they turn 30. And for those who say they don't want children, I hope they understand the choice they are making and don't regret it in the future when it is too late to do anything about it.
Oddly enough I rarely, very rarely get pressured to get married or have kids. It's like my family would find it a lost cause
My twin and I talk a lot about me dating, but it's because we are really close, and she's like my best friend. That's what you talk about with friends, right?
The rest of my family just wants me to have a job. If I have a job then I must be doing ok.
When I hit thirty I thought to myself, "This is how i live my life. It hasn't changed much in many years, and it probably won't change much in many years." That's when I had an inkling that getting married or having kids wasn't a "given" for me.
I'd love to get married and have kids. Life is weird sometimes, though . . . Now, I'm more focused on planning for a car or planning for a house instead of planning for marriage and family.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
plus, being pregnant looks really, really, really disgusting.
Are you serious? Do you really think this?
One mother's day I was in a little boutique in the Fremont district of Seattle. A pregnant woman was trying on a nightgown, and she asked her husband how she looked. He said she looked beautiful. He was right. I'm sure she looked beautiful even when she wasn't pregnant. However, she looked beautiful pregnant, too.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Hey wait till you all hit late 30's and friends husbands get snipped,which their wifes (my friends) will give you a daily update on.Pre snip "self service" donations to assess sperm count,pubic shaving,and my god the post op bruising!!!!!!!Post blank counts,condoms for six week,just incase then joy forever barebacked!!!!
I had to endure all the above details while they went through the process.
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen”
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if you don't want to alienate people, you may have to keep your disgust hidden
oh no I wasn't being mean when I said that, I had just misunderstood her, I thought she was saying that 30 was too old to have kids in general, rather than she just didn't want to have anymore because she had already had 2 by that point.
Are you serious? Do you really think this?
One mother's day I was in a little boutique in the Fremont district of Seattle. A pregnant woman was trying on a nightgown, and she asked her husband how she looked. He said she looked beautiful. He was right. I'm sure she looked beautiful even when she wasn't pregnant. However, she looked beautiful pregnant, too.
oh yeah, I have always been absolutely repulsed by pregnancy. everything about it. I have trouble even looking at pregnant women. people are going to start arguing with me, telling me how "beautiful" it is, but I see NO beauty in it- it looks like pure torture. there's no point in arguing with me, it's a gutteral reaction I've had as long as I can remember. It has nothing to do with any opinions of having kids or anything like that, I just think it looks disgusting. even when I really wanted to have kids I always assumed I would adopt one. I could never live in that condition for 9 months.
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I already changed, I used to want kids (though I've NEVER wanted to experience pregnancy).
But I probably won't ever really have like a hormonal need to have kids again, I think I am too medicated. I've been on the pill (which works by mimicking pregnancy) for so long due to medical problems that I'm barely even attracted to men anymore, let alone having maternal needs.
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there's some kind of plan in motion that my group of friends is going to pass around the baby clothes "when we each have a baby." somehow, I am automatically part of this. they are already picking out the clothes. it's like they refuse to even hear me when I say "I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm going to have a baby. I don't think I'm..."
and I'm not sure, but I think one of my friends was trying to convince me to get back with my ex boyfriend last night, even as I was saying "we're not right for each other, and we live 750 miles apart..."
Yeah, it is weird how some people just can't fathom not having children. Having that conversation with a Mormon is like teaching a cricket algebra. As far as I'm concerned, I'm doing the planet a favor. The last thing we need is more humans... especially ones descending from my demon spawn.
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hope springs eternal
that's my opinion too. there's a hilarious Onion article somewhere that's like "we have to save the environment for my 5 children." When people tell me why they want kids, it's always like "my clock is ticking" "I want to be a mommy" "I want a little me." Those don't really seem like convincing enough arguments to me.
plus, being pregnant looks really, really, really disgusting.
wait I'm gonna look for that Onion article, I love it:
We Must Preserve The Earth's Dwindling Resources For My Five Children
By Brenda Melford
June 28, 2006 | Issue 42•26
OpEd2
As we move into the 21st century, it is our responsibility to think of the future of the earth—not for ourselves, but for those who will inherit what my husband and I leave behind when we're gone. If we do not join together and do what's best for this, our only planet, there may not be an environment left in which my five children, and their 25 children's 125 children, can grow up and raise large upper-middle-class families of their own.
Nothing less than the preservation of my descendents' lifestyle itself is at stake.
Imagine a world devoid of pristine wilderness for my progeny to explore on the weekends in the sport-utility-vehicles of the future, leaving my youngest son, Dylan, with nowhere to blow off steam on off-road adventures. Imagine a world in which my beautiful middle son, Connor, is denied his twice-daily half-hour hot showers because of water shortages. Picture what it would be like for my oldest boy Asher, preparing to start his first semester at Stanford, to have to go without basic amenities such as cable television, satellite radio, central air, or massage chairs, all because of the shortsighted squandering by his parents' generation of our non-renewable energy sources today.
Though it seems like a far-off nightmare, this terrible vision is all too possible. Would you want to live in a world where my five children had to endure such horrible deprivations? I know I wouldn't.
If we don't take action now, my daughters Kimmy and Jenna may not be able to blow-dry their hair for 45 minutes to an hour each morning, nor may my future sons-in-law cut their grass atop enormous, diesel-powered riding mowers. In fact, they may not even have lawns—at least not the lush, verdant kind that requires constant watering and pesticide treatment. It's conceivable that one day my five children's spacious yards may be entirely composed of synthetic Astroturf, or—God forbid—those tacky wood chips my sister in Arizona uses.
In a cruel irony, those wood chippings will get more expensive as the world's timber supply continues to shrink.
Encroaching urban sprawl has already begun to spoil the view from the porch of our beautiful new summer home on Lake Wakenaka. Sadly, the view from the bay windows of our first summer home, the one we built at our Woodland Acres property six years earlier, has already been ruined by such unchecked development. Must my children grow up in a world where only one of their parents' summer homes is surrounded by the beauty of nature? It's unthinkable, I know, but we must face facts.
This is to say nothing of the deleterious impact the destruction of our global ecosystems will have on the wildlife my family enjoys hunting. Biodiversity is crucial to another 100 years of deer-, quail-, duck-, bear-, moose-, bobcat-, and bison-shooting summer recreation for my descendents.
We must take steps immediately to devise safe, alternative energy sources that my future offspring can safely consume. If we don't develop new fuels now, there will be none left for those who issue from my loins to burn and continue to burn for all time. I don't want my 625-odd great-grandchildren to have to wait 20 or 30 precious seconds for their toilets to flush. I don't want their 3,125 children to live in a hellish society where they cannot own their own snowmobiles. And I shudder to think that my 15,625 great-great-great-grandchildren may not be able to have TVs in every room that they can leave on all day and all night. Is it our right to deny my progeny of their gargantuan RVs and motorboats, as well? Of course not.
We cannot, in good conscience, lay such a burden on tomorrow's generations of Melfords. My children are the future. And at the end of the day, isn't it family—my family—that truly matters?
Actually, it's a tradition for your 30th B-day here in Idaho to prove your manhood. As disturbing as it seems (to outsiders), the only way to survive their vice-like jaws is to have a raging hard-on.
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so you're in Idaho?
*strokes the other 49 states off his list of places to search*
That is fucking awesome! I can't even get started on this subject lest I be labeled a total sociopath.
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me too, I think I'm just gonna let the Onion speak for me.
I am 36 and I have to say that my closest friends were done popping out babies by the time they were 30. I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with my second (and last child) son when I turned 30 (yea, that was a fun birthday party
wow, that is really EARLY.
why wouldn't you have babies after 30???
Because I was married at 26, had my first son at 27 and my second at 30. Why would I want to have more kids? Two boys are enough for me!
oh *more* kids...
I'm 26 and pregnant with baby #2. We are uncertain whether we will try for a third baby or not but I have already decided that if I am not pregnant by the time I turn 29 then I won't be having anymore kids. Personally I don't like the idea of having kids after 30 (but each to their own), and I don't want too large an age gap between my children. Plus it has been kind of suggested to me by a doctor that I should have all the children I want by the time I am 30 due to health problems that may get worse for me from around that point onwards.
I know a lot of people these days want to hold off having children, but I don't understand people who know they WANT children but don't even think about having them until their mid 30's. Physically once a woman turns about 36 there is more chance of things going wrong in their pregnancies and with their babies and less chance of falling pregnant in the first place and I feel sorry for people who have left it too long. Having said that, I do have an aunty that had her first and only child at 41 and that turned out fine, but not everyone gets that lucky. Personally I think anyone who wants to have children should at least start looking into when they turn 30. And for those who say they don't want children, I hope they understand the choice they are making and don't regret it in the future when it is too late to do anything about it.
My twin and I talk a lot about me dating, but it's because we are really close, and she's like my best friend. That's what you talk about with friends, right?
The rest of my family just wants me to have a job. If I have a job then I must be doing ok.
When I hit thirty I thought to myself, "This is how i live my life. It hasn't changed much in many years, and it probably won't change much in many years." That's when I had an inkling that getting married or having kids wasn't a "given" for me.
I'd love to get married and have kids. Life is weird sometimes, though . . . Now, I'm more focused on planning for a car or planning for a house instead of planning for marriage and family.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
One mother's day I was in a little boutique in the Fremont district of Seattle. A pregnant woman was trying on a nightgown, and she asked her husband how she looked. He said she looked beautiful. He was right. I'm sure she looked beautiful even when she wasn't pregnant. However, she looked beautiful pregnant, too.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I had to endure all the above details while they went through the process.
I'm trying to be helpful when I say this GreenTeaDisease:
if you don't want to alienate people, you may have to keep your disgust hidden
oh no I wasn't being mean when I said that, I had just misunderstood her, I thought she was saying that 30 was too old to have kids in general, rather than she just didn't want to have anymore because she had already had 2 by that point.
oh yeah, I have always been absolutely repulsed by pregnancy. everything about it. I have trouble even looking at pregnant women. people are going to start arguing with me, telling me how "beautiful" it is, but I see NO beauty in it- it looks like pure torture. there's no point in arguing with me, it's a gutteral reaction I've had as long as I can remember. It has nothing to do with any opinions of having kids or anything like that, I just think it looks disgusting. even when I really wanted to have kids I always assumed I would adopt one. I could never live in that condition for 9 months.