Today, some colleagues and I threw a surprise baby shower for a colleague who is having her second child. Our colleague was pretty surprised and enjoyed the shower and the gifts, but she said she was feeling weird and needed to call her doctor. She ended up leaving the office shortly after the shower, and just three hours after the shower began, she gave birth to her baby boy. That was a close one.
During the shower, a few colleagues were poking fun at me, saying that “you’re next” when it comes to having a baby. I immediately felt disgusted and said it wasn’t in the near future for me. It’s not that I don’t want to have children. I definitely want them in the future, but my mindset right now is so far away from them. I like my life the way it is. I like waking up in the morning and thinking about what I need to do for work and for myself and for Chris. Having to take care of another human being feels very far away right now. I don’t want to be one of those people who just have kids at certain ages because “that’s the age” to have kids. My mom thinks that age to have kids was about two to three years ago for me, so in her opinion, I’m already past my prime. And this New York City apartment definitely does not want children period.