I’d rather not have children. Ever.
I just got back from my annual well woman’s appointment, and I’m noticing as the years go by the questions about my reproductive plans have a stronger, more suggestive wording.
This time, it was, “Plans for a baby this year?”
It’s not just something I hear at the doctor’s office. It’s everywhere. For example, when people hear I’ve recently married even at school or in the most casual of circumstances, for some reason, they think it’s appropriate to not only let me know that I’ll be having babies any instant but to argue with me when I politely correct them that reproducing is not in my plans.
The social pressure to have kids is weird and stressful. Of course, I’ll deal, but it leaves me scratching my head.