I still remember days when me and two of my best friends busy planning and preparing a wedding, we got so excited so happy together, tailoring our dream wedding come true. It’s good when you’re having mutual excitements…but babies, I am never excited about babies. Out of five pregnant friends I know – two of them are my best friends whom I planned my dream wedding with.
I am living in a country where people get married to have children. Within a week of me being married, people are asking me if I am pregnant yet or not. Come on, I am 26 and only been married for 4 months.
The thought of being pregnant terrifies me, I haven’t felt this comfortable with my body since a long time, so the thought of changes in my body, and having to bear the morning sickness and back pain — which I already have — is a big no.
Nor I think I can stand being a mother, I don’t like children, my husband doesn’t like children. They say you’ll change when it comes to a child of your own, but I have a friend who STILL hates children even after two daughters.
I am happy for my pregnant friends — especially the ones who actually want to have children. Although a little part of me realized that sooner or later, once those babies born, I might have to say goodbye to my friends for a couple of years. Everyone knows being parents is a difficult job.
I know once they become a mother they will be hard to contact, they will be focusing on their babies, and a friend like me… who knows nothing about motherhood nor care enough to be one, would done them nothing but distract them.