Comments on: I don’t know my own mind and Neil doesn’t want to talk about it

By: Andrea

Andrea — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 09:45:38 +0000

Having read Dooce's book, I'm sure labour is worse than anything I could ever imagine! A migraine makes me nauseous as it is.

I'm going to try keeping a coriander plant alive next; if it survives the discussion may continue.

By: kristen

kristen — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 04:40:45 +0000

meh. i wouldn't worry about the chive plant thing. kids are remarkably resilient. good comedic value too. and labour really isn't *that* bad (or so i keep telling myself, since i get to do it again later this year). i think you'd make good parents.

By: Andrea

Andrea — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 17:00:34 +0000

Terry, you make light of such a momentous life change that NO ONE ELSE IN THE WORLD COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND. Ahem.

It's nice to know I'm not alone in being this confused about the whole thing. Neil says No, my hormones are not jumping to conclusions, but he still doesn't seem to want to discuss the possibility of having an opinion… grr.

By: Terry

Terry — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:19:22 +0000

How about looking it as a chance to pack on all that weight you always wanted? (sorry ;)

By: ben

ben — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 20:23:49 +0000

Drivel? No.

Failure to give a shit? No. (It’s true that I only know you to the limits of what I’ve read here, but that’s certainly enough to give a shit.)

If nothing else, I turn 35 a week from Tuesday (gawd, has it really been that long?) and about to watch my prospects leap. As a guy I don’t get the biological/hormonal imperative, and my friends cannot be described in aggregate as a rugrat factory.

For all that, a long list of friends who formerly swore that they couldn’t stand the thought of kids have… come around, shall we say. It definitely makes a guy pause.

…And in my case, the thought is “commit acts that will result in the existence of someone sorta like me?” Ehhh. My ego’s not big enough to believe that’d be an entirely good thing.

Plus, there’s the matter of sleep.

Here’s to hoping that in the end the choice will be entirely deliberate.