I am tired of having my baby called a "parasite." I really don't care if medically speaking thats what it is, I could give two shits less if that was what Dr. House called it on the television. It is my child, my baby, and it is growing inside of me. I've wanted this for years, and for the better part of the last four years, we were starting to feel that there may have been complications and that there was something wrong that needed medical intervention.
While we are speaking on the topic of my child. My parent's joke about how great it will be to have a grandchild- they can spoil the shit out of them, and at the end of the day, they go home. I have no problem with that. Hell I have no problem with that line of thinking, because at the end of the day, they will be loved and cared for.
Someone who refers to children as brats who need to be silenced with duct tape, and their parents as breeders because it is their choice to have children are not welcome or needed in either mine or my child's life. At the end of THAT day, they really don't care for children, and would just be "putting up" with mine.
It is not my decision to make for someone else if they like children or not. I am not going to judge someone because they do not like children. When evidence is brought to light about how someone feels about children, and potential parents- it is difficult to really sit back and be "alright" with the fact that I seem to be the exception to their rule. How much of that is truth? How do they really feel? What are their real opinions on the fact that I am pregnant? Is this person really healthy for me right now? Will they be a healthy addition to those allowed near my child?
If that makes me an "irrational pregnant woman" then so be it. I am, I am having a baby, and I have a responsibility to take care of it.
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