April 15, 2008...3:40 pm
Raising baby goats
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A dear friend from college has two children.
Another close friend from college is trying to have a baby.
My best friend from high school just had twins.
Yesterday, the young assistant said to me, “Don’t you want children? You’d make a great mother.” She said this in all sincerity.
But I’m more comfortable with the word aunt.
My biological clock does not tick. Having children has never been a dream of mine. When I think of having a child, my whole body goes cold.
And that’s too bad. I think I could be an all-right mother.
I hope this is a phase. The wondering about raising my own kid, that is . . .
Ugh, it smells like everybody in the whole office just farted. What the—
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April 15, 2008 at 11:00 pm
I’ve been loving hearing about all this drama at your work.
Today at my office the halls were filled with the searing smell of… meat. It was horrifying. I had to close the door. I think it may have been hot dogs in the microwave?
Also, my biological clock does not tick either. Not at all. Sometimes I think I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s somehow heartening to hear that someone else does too.
April 16, 2008 at 8:56 am
Please be true to yourself no matter what. People can, knowingly or not, put a lot of pressure on a person to do things. Plus you can always add that the world is beyond over-populated now so you are doing your part to stop it. Have a great day and I love your site!!
April 16, 2008 at 11:55 am
You know, of course, that if you did get pregnant, the chances are pretty slim that you will actually give birth to a baby goat? Right?
If it is any consolation, little kids love it when their parents can be silly and say things like, Oh man, who farted? See, you will be a great mother.
April 16, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Nova, I can’t decide which is the worse pervading smell, a fart or a hot dog.
Gena, thanks. I’ll keep my head about this.
Witness, if I gave birth to a baby goat, I think I could die happy then and there. J, too. And yes, my nephew loves it when I say words like fart and fartknocker, underpants (as in “Captain Underpants), poo, and booger and boogerbutt.
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