Not the Baby Issue Again... Monday, August 19

Seahorses have it right -- the female impregnates the man with her eggs.

Most animals have it right too -- females only are pregnant for a couple of months and give multiple births at once AND their babies grow up so fast .

Baby dolphins leave their mother after about 11 months.

So why are us humans so out of the loop -- a woman is pregnant for 9 months for ONE baby and that kid stays with them till they're about 18 years old, what's that all about?!

Dumb humans.

Ok... so perhaps the elephant is just as crazy as us humans.  It stays pregnant for about 22 months. [Side note, been watching too much National Geographic Channel I think].

One of my friends in Canada noted on my Facebook page, saying that I "live such an exciting life" and I had to giggle at that.  I didn't think my life was exciting but I knew enough to not call it boring or normal which brought me back to the on-going "baby debate".  

I am still very much anti-babies and I am ESPECIALLY very much anti-babies when I think about just how much my life would change if I had one.  I'm pretty convinced my life as I now know it would end.  No more waking up at random times, no more late nights, and definitely no let's-go-camping spur of the moment trips. 

Let's see what I did today and see where a baby would fit in (or perhaps I should say wouldn't).

Woke up at 9am and stayed in bed till about 10am -- Ya, the little butter ball would be up and crying by now not to mention I wouldn't have been able to sleep like a baby with a baby.

Walked Pac and Pyen Chi -- Ya... no!  It's hard enough to walk these two four-legged babies so an accompanying third baby wouldn't be possible. 

Went on an hour scooter ride oh and I should note that my evening scooter ride home consisted of Snickers and I playing "bumper cars", which meant I'd drive into him with my scooter and then he'd back up and tap my tire-- I suppose I could stuff the kid in my backpack, right?! But keeping that backpack closed when playing bumper cars, ya may not work.  

Spent the the morning at the wake boarding park -- this is where my kid would drown and I'd be oblivious of it because of being distracted, aka watching Snickers and taking mounds of pictures of his cute tush and adorable smile.

Headed into the boxing club to catch a nap before work -- napping mothers?!  Never really heard my mother-friends use those two words together, it's always been like "passing-out mothers and napping babies".

Worked from 2pm to midnight -- this is where I'd need some kind of nanny because you know I'd be ignoring all my supposed motherly duties and would definitely sport the neglecting mother label.  My work is my passion -- it's my baby. 

Trained late in the evening and impressed myself with just how many rounds of boxing I pushed myself through -- give up boxing to be pregnant?!  [Enter "are-you-crazy?!" look from me here].

Dinner out after work and returned home around 1am -- holy missing out on my baby's entire evening (and day for that matter too).  

Came home and horse-played with my four-legged beauties, which meant I went to bed around 3am and with 1000 and 1 scratches over my body -- ya, baby would be a side dish there for them in between rounds.

And then there's the fact that I don't even cook for my husband -- if my baby wasn't already dead from falling out of my backpack on the scooter ride, hadn't already drowned while I gawked over my husband or didn't get mauled to death by my four-legged beauties, then he or she would probably starve to death.  

I think I've proven my point, I'm not baby-friendly.

The point of this all, whether my above points are arguable or flat out sarcastic, is that I love my life and if it's not broken don't fix it.  Case closed.