Thursday, June 18, 2015

Must Read: 'Baby I Think I'm Pregnant, But I'm Not Ready To Be A Mom!'


Oh no! I’m going to be in trouble. My period is 6 days late. This doesn’t happen to me, it’s either a day early or a day late. Not 6 days late. My boobs are bigger than they usually are and they’re sore to the touch. Please God, I hope I’m not pregnant. I’m not ready to be a mum, I’m not ready to leave my work and settle down. I’m not sure I’m ready for marriage.

I called my boyfriend.

Me:  Baby, I think I’m pregnant.

Baby: Are you serious?

Me: Yes, I’m late and my boobs are bigger than they usually are and sore.

Baby: Hmmm. I had a dream you were carrying a baby.

Me: I’m not keeping it.

We go back and forth and decided we needed to see to discuss it (He lives out of town). He’s ready to settle down and have children, and it’s the opposite for me.

My friend says not to have an abortion, “You’re not a child anymore, and you’re old enough to have a child”. Yeah, but I’m not ready.

I’m not ready for all the symptoms that comes with being pregnant, I’m not ready to have a big nose or watch my hair fall out or be ridden with rashes and eczema. I’m not ready for the stretch marks or the protruding belly. I’m not ready for the trips to the hospital for antenatal care, I’m not ready to start having thoughts on how my baby would look or what sex I’d have or how much pain I’m going to go through to have this child.

I’m not ready to have a child.

When I’m ready I’ll know, if I ever get ready. I’ll welcome the thought of getting pregnant, I’ll have sex and lay there afterwards with my leg in the air, so the sperm doesn’t find its way out. I’ll browse every site about having babies and rearing children, I’ll look forward to all the skin ailments and symptoms that comes with being pregnant. I’ll buy babies cloths even before I get pregnant and welcome every child into my home so they bring me luck with the pregnancy.

It’s a lot of responsibility. I’m not saying I’m not responsible. I take care of my friend’s children. They run to me when they see me, and I’m the one my friend’s call to chastise their children. Call me Nanny McPhee. I like being the cool aunt anyways, it’s more fun than being the parent. And pluuuueeeese I’m still in my Twenties.

...And then last night, I went to bed thinking of all these things. Woke up in the middle of the night to see my visitor had arrived. Hallelujah!!!


Credit: Blaqlotus

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