Motherhood Journal Entry
For this week's journal entry, I will be addressing motherhood in regards to my personal choice and my experience with motherhood. Firstly, I will explain the reasons why I would or would not want to partake in this motherhood gig.
Why I would not, ever. For a couple of years, I was wholeheartedly against having a child. Quite frankly, it was biologically logical: I was dating someone that despite having bad genes was an asshole. Of course I wouldn’t want a child! But what are my reasons now when I have an incredible, loving partner? Naturally, the nine-month pregnancy. It is as if I had a parasitic tapeworm in my uterus; consuming all the goods, asking for more and more, except the worm doesn’t get longer – it gets fatter, until my pelvis can’t take its fatness anymore, …show more content…
It’s rather frightening. I see nothing beautiful. Pregnant women look weird. Despite this, we would be saving an incredible amount of money, money that can fund our adventurous interests. My partner and I would also have a large amount of freedom (our careers aside). All the more so, my partner and I would have the choice to excel in our careers. Free from restrictions, we will have the openness to devote our lives to our passions, extraordinary experiences, and most importantly one another.
Why I would, maybe. Suddenly a nice, respectable young man appears – he is thoughtful, supportive, considerate, polite, kind-hearted, introverted, intelligent, hard working, creative, taller (god, yes), and has repulsive dark humor – and so my ovaries detect the father material and turn this “no, never” into an “I mean…maybe...” And so, I’ll have to say the first thing
Why I would not, ever. For a couple of years, I was wholeheartedly against having a child. Quite frankly, it was biologically logical: I was dating someone that despite having bad genes was an asshole. Of course I wouldn’t want a child! But what are my reasons now when I have an incredible, loving partner? Naturally, the nine-month pregnancy. It is as if I had a parasitic tapeworm in my uterus; consuming all the goods, asking for more and more, except the worm doesn’t get longer – it gets fatter, until my pelvis can’t take its fatness anymore, …show more content…
It’s rather frightening. I see nothing beautiful. Pregnant women look weird. Despite this, we would be saving an incredible amount of money, money that can fund our adventurous interests. My partner and I would also have a large amount of freedom (our careers aside). All the more so, my partner and I would have the choice to excel in our careers. Free from restrictions, we will have the openness to devote our lives to our passions, extraordinary experiences, and most importantly one another.
Why I would, maybe. Suddenly a nice, respectable young man appears – he is thoughtful, supportive, considerate, polite, kind-hearted, introverted, intelligent, hard working, creative, taller (god, yes), and has repulsive dark humor – and so my ovaries detect the father material and turn this “no, never” into an “I mean…maybe...” And so, I’ll have to say the first thing