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A co-worker of mine is pregnant. The baby is to come sometime late November. That got me thinking about my own bio-clock...

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So she got me thinking about family planning. I am certain that I want to have a spawn of my own, challenging me in cuteness and cunning to drive my mate wild with love, admiration, killed-by-cuteness and horror at home.
It will be a girl (we agree on that).

But there is nothing more exciting than the look on the face of your "mate" when you ask him about marriage. About when, about how and about with who...
It is somewhat indistinguishable between "Where is the next exit?", "How can I get tickets the fastest way without having a credit card or cash on me?" and "My, I guess, that had to come after six years!"

But who needs to be married to have a child? There are plenty of single mothers and fathers out there who make it every single day. And they do fine.
But nonetheless, I can feel the urge of reproduction inside me and each year it grows. Maybe it will grow out? This is because I am a person who sometimes wants something so badly, that I keep on whining about not having it and when the time comes to get it or have it then I totally lose interest. Just like a child! But that is me and it has some wonderful side-effects to be me. I wouldn't trade my life with anyone.

*.avi

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	Incidentally... (5.00 / 1) (#1)
	by elby on Thu Sep 27th, 2001 at 11:17:14 AM PST

	Despite the happy, feel good, everyone's a winner environment here in these United States, the unfortunate fact is that everyone's not a winner. I believe that an excellent single parent can never raise a child as well as a mediocore mom and dad. -lb

	Being raised by mediocres (none / 0) (#2)
	by Avicula on Thu Sep 27th, 2001 at 03:25:31 PM PST

	Despite the happy, feel good, everyone's a winner environment here in these United States, the unfortunate fact is that everyone's not a winner. I believe that an excellent single parent can never raise a child as well as a mediocore mom and dad. Having been raised by medicores myself, I turned out just as fucked up as the rest of this society. I do not see a big advantage in being raised by both a father and a mother. Granted, for a year my father was a single-father (due to a hospitalization of my mother), but then we were all again happy family and everybody was just so caring and so understanding and we were just so average you wouldn't believe the 50s still lived! My parents have been happily married for 25 years, when my mother was in hospital my father visited her every single day, and still- there is this disorder I have. Anyways, there might be some truth to what you say. Just being raised in a totally normal family, does not necessarily mean that this will be a good start in life, or will provide internal stability of mind and soul. *.avi Don't rate this. If God the Lord wanted you to rate, He would have put appropriate buttons on each of us. Praise the Lord - for He is great!

	in praise of divorce (5.00 / 1) (#3)
	by johnny ambiguous on Thu Sep 27th, 2001 at 07:34:10 PM PST

	I probably shouldn't say this. But hey, it's adequacy, where one can say anything. How I wish my parents had divorced. Before I was ever conceived, if necessary, still would have been preferable. Jesus, how bitterly, how endlessly, how spitefully they fought! Makes my guts grind like tumbling concrete rubble to think back on it, and I'm a ruined forty-six fucking years old already. Yours WDK - WKiernan@concentric.net Getting into my Chevrolet Magic Fire, I drove slowly back to the office. - L. Rosen