No more babies please!

Recently, in one of the dinner meet-ups with the usual poly gang, the word "Parenthood" was brought up. Mark's friends apparently, had been having parenthood discussions. I don't know about the rest of the poly peeps but i was horrified at the thought that someday, WE would be talking about parenting or god forbids, BABIES when we have our usual dinner meet-up.

The day that happens, we should go out and get ourselves drunk. No shit man. We shouldn't be talking about babies. God, no.

It seems inevitable that babies start popping up in your life as you grow older. There's no escaping. I see friends getting knocked up, hear about shotgun gossips of who and who, who used to be from which class, and the worse shit of all?

PEOPLE WHO POST EVERY SINGLE SHIT OF THEIR NEWBORN BABIES ON FACEBOOK.

Yes, i geddit you would like to share your joy.

Yes, i geddit some people get news of your baby through Facebook.

But isn't posting cutesy photos of the baby enough?

Why must people post updates like "Send baby for vaccination, the moment the needle went into her, she wailed, my heart broke into a million pieces and i cried. It felt like i was the one giving her the pain. Now, the person who watched (some gore scary movie) without cringing is crying in the doctor's room."

or pictures of breast milk stored in a fridge.

I don't know man, but it freaks the shit out of me when i get all these intimate and too in-depth details about newborn babies or parenthood. 2 years ago, there were no baby stuff on my facebook. Starting this year, at the last count, there were 6 babies on my face book.

THIS IS AN EXPONENTIAL JUMP, NO SHIT.

By this end of this year, who knows, my Facebook might as well name it to BABYBOOK.

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♥ Clarisse ♥