I’ve never really gone crazy over babies, or children before (before ‘THE’ ring on my finger). Not that I loathe or despise their presence, but perhaps I was not ready to have one on my own. And it’s not as if I totally don’t like having one around; I do find them fascinating to look at (the cute, adorable ones of course) but I'm definitely not the typical girl who’d go “Owh…! What a cute baby” to any baby in sight.
Not liking babies does not mean I can’t handle one in my arms. Many assume I’m not good with babies or children due to my passive-introvert personality but I really don’t know because I always avoid taking care of them, hee hee.
Anyways, I don’t know if it’s karma or God punishing me but I haven’t been pregnant since I walked the aisle and that fact is making me see red and driving me up the wall.
Even though I took the fertility pills my doctor gave me, my friend still came. Arrrghhhhhh…what’s wrong with me??
Not liking babies does not mean I can’t handle one in my arms. Many assume I’m not good with babies or children due to my passive-introvert personality but I really don’t know because I always avoid taking care of them, hee hee.
Anyways, I don’t know if it’s karma or God punishing me but I haven’t been pregnant since I walked the aisle and that fact is making me see red and driving me up the wall.
Even though I took the fertility pills my doctor gave me, my friend still came. Arrrghhhhhh…what’s wrong with me??
