...that I am not ever going to have a baby. Ok, so since I have been around a lot more people that have had children recently, I hear horror stories of births, pain, large needles, "tearing", squishy post-baby insides, and much more. These stories do not help my desire to have children in the futre. Honestly, when I was on my mission, my bff Heather had her first baby, and she sent me a long letter about all the details of the birth and everything involved. I loved long detailed letters, but lets just say my companion thought I was reading a horror story by the reaction I was having. I guess I was more naive than I thought about the birth/labor process. THEN, I had an interesting experience while interpreting in a sex ed where they showed a birth, and just zoomed in on the "important" stuff (ah-hem) and we saw all the details. Including the "after-birth." (which she rewound while we watched everything go back in, and then come back out again.) The fact is, I'm getting a little freaked out, people. Your kids are cute (they really are), but I can enjoy them from a distance, right?
So here is the news story that inspired this oh-so-uplifting post. This is a baby that was recently born in Indonesia at 19.2 pounds. 19.2 lbs people! I am sure that it would be my luck to have a 19lb baby. ahhh! (the baby on the left is a "normal" baby to compare)
Here is another picture of a six month old Iranian baby. Ahhh again!
cute but a little bit scary!
(ok, before I get hate mail, these things are more of my musings, rather than me actually saying birth is nasty, and I refuse to have kids. Don't worry, I sincerely know there are great things attached to having kids, and am sure I will get over it.)