My Body, My Choice

My friends and I have had many strange conversations, so this is a pretty normal conversation that we’ve had. And a lot of us agree on many points I’m going to say in this post. But for right now, I’m going to say one thing:

I don’t want children.

Before people start sending me hate because of that sentence, will you let me explain myself?

First and foremost, I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to go through that pain. I already have a ton of health problems that could hurt the baby, and I don’t want either of us to hurt. Also, the pain would most likely kill me, as I don’t have a high pain tolerance.

Second, I have health problems that have been passed on because of genetics. I don’t want to pass on those to anyone, especially my own kids.

Third, and lastly, I just don’t like babies when they cry and fuss all the time. I’m an aunt, I’ve helped change diapers before. I don’t like it, and don’t want to deal with it.

Call me selfish, I know I am. But it’s my body, and my choice. And when I get in that stage of a relationship where it’s socially acceptable and normal to talk about kids, I’ll make sure he knows I don’t want to have kids. But, here’s a redeeming factor in this little post:

I want to adopt.

I have always wanted to adopt, even as a kid thinking about the future. It always seemed like the right thing to do. And there have been some people who have told me that’s the coward’s way out of kids.

It’s not.

It’s giving a child a chance at a happy life with a loving family.