For those of you who may be unaware, the question, "When are you going to pop out another one?" is rude as hell.
My -- or any woman for that matter -- reproductive schedule is none of your business. It's like asking a man if he masturbated in the shower this morning. It's not your place to ask, nor should you care.
And you wonder why I don't like family functions.
My answer, "Never. I'm barren. Ball of fire was actually left on the doorstep by the stork. But thanks for reminding me that my uterus is a wasteland from which no fruit will ever grow. Happy Thanksgiving!"
Here endeth the lesson.
Fuckers.
4 comments:
I'm sure they were just concerned, as am I. Afterall, you're not getting any younger. Oh, and I particularly enjoyed my shower today.
Coming from someone in her 40th week of pregnancy. I agree. The statements from this week. So you haven't popped that thing out yet? Geez, you haven't dropped that thing yet? Huh, your still here? (heard that one at least 25 times today alone) My all time favorite. Wow, are you going for an elephant's gestational period? My response, Uh excuse me?
I am so glad you wrote this one. I am getting the same thing ALREADY and my son just turned 6 months. I am pretty sure he will be the one and only. I am WAY to self centered to sacrifice even MORE of my shopping, TV, surfing and spa time for another kid.
I didn't know you had kids.
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