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please stop asking me WHEN i’m going to have kids

please stop asking me WHEN i’m going to have kids

You know, some might say that re-posting an old post you wrote two years ago and published on your former blog is just a lazy cop-out and way to get content on your current site without having to put in much effort. I’ve really got nothing to say to those people because at the end of the day it is kind of true, but as well as being lazy, I think this post is quite relevant to me right now.

I don’t know if this kind of thing is cyclical because it was basically this time in 2016 that I was getting people asking me about having kids on the regular, but literally three people have hit me up about this in the last fortnight, and someone even hit up my MOM recently! “How old are you? You’ve got to hit that before you’re 35” was the exact phrase one of them used. I don’t think anyone’s intentionally trying to be upsetting or annoying but let me tell you now - if you’re one of those people who do this to women (because let’s face it - no one does this to men), I can reliably tell you that no, I’m not going to go home and cry over it but it is niggly. Niggly AF. My go-to response is to laugh, make a joke-that’s-not-a-joke about not wanting to give up my life or my body I work so hard for, internally roll my eyes and forget it, but it all came to a head for me the other day when (OVERSHARE ALERT) I took the Emergency Contraceptive Pill for the first time ever and the pharmacist was a c*nt. Being faced with even the idea of possibly being pregnant was enough to make me involuntarily shudder and coupled with some f*cking pharmacy dude giving me the judgemental side-eye tipped me over the edge.

So now I’m irked.

Is there something in the air? Is it because it’s Spring now? Why do people feel like it’s all good to assume because you’re in a relationship, that you’re just biding time before you can have kids? It’s awesome if you want them, but surely it’s also awesome if you don’t?! Why does everyone think it’s funny if you say you’re not really into it? I mean, what if it’s not possible for you to have children?! Last time I checked, it was 2018. Is it not rude, yet, to ask women these questions?

Apparently not, so here’s my original article again, just to remind you that this shit is none of anyone’s business but your own:


  Picture from the internet that I found and can’t attribute to a source.

Picture from the internet that I found and can’t attribute to a source.

Some kids came to my door on Halloween and it got me thinking.

Yesterday was Halloween and we had three sets of trick-or-treaters come to our house. The first guy lucked out. He arrived with his witchy-dressed mother, tiny plastic pumpkin-shaped bucket in tow, and he caught us off guard. He could see me right through the front window. Ben answered the door, knowing full well we have no trick-or-treat friendly foods in the house. Awkward conversation ensued, I scrambled around the house and the only thing I could find that could pass as a Halloween treat was an intact 250g block of Whittaker's 72% Dark Ghana dark chocolate that I had planned to make a chocolate brownie with, so I handed him that with a nod and a "sorry, we're a shit flat" to his mother. She looked at me with disdain. After that I closed the curtains and took refuge upstairs. The last two sets of ghouls walked away empty-handed. Whether they toilet papered my front gate or not I did not know as I was stranded on the landing in the dark. It was my own fault - I should've thought ahead, living in a somewhat upper-middle-class, family-friendly area where children are bound to have adopted this American tradition, and having a boyfriend with a son in the trick-or-treating age bracket.

So how is this all relevant?

Sitting there, hiding from a bunch of tweens covered in facepaint and alone with my thoughts, a question popped into my mind: "Am I anti-children?"

Surely not. When I was 14, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be a young, cool mom. There was no choice. I needed to get a job, get married and decorate my house and have 2 little rug-rats (one named "Boston" (LOL!)) of my own, and I needed to have it all by the time I was 25. That way, I would be a young mom, I would be a cool mom. But hey, I was 14 for fucks sake, I didn't know anything. I finished high school and I went to University and I got my first serious, serious boyfriend and we broke up and then suddenly I was that magical age of 25 and suddenly that cool mom goal wasn't really a goal anymore. I was young and I had plenty of time! Kids - yes, but not now! No way! I held that stance for a little while but as time has progressed, for one reason or another, I have become increasingly ambivalent about doing it at all and I have noticed that this does not seem to sit well with some.

It's funny. I am now at an age where it is incredibly common for people to have children. I mean, my own bloody boyfriend has a child! It is 'NORMAL' to have children - maybe even two - by now, and if you aren't doing it or at least thinking about it and you are a woman in a hetero relationship, something is bloody wrong with you because a 'certain clock is ticking'. But here I am, sitting in my flat, not bathing Oliver, not reading to Oliver, eating leftover pizza for dinner, loving babies but only when I can hand them back after 15 minutes, diligently taking the pill and cringing at the thought of giving birth, recoiling every time I see another of my peers announce their pregnancies on Facebook, hiding from children on Halloween.

And still people are always telling me that I will love my own child when I have it. When. As if it is just a matter of time, not choice. As if it is inevitable that I will reproduce. As if it is my purpose, my duty. As if it is wrong to consider not. "You'll come around" they say, as if it is as simple as that, like becoming accustomed to the taste of coffee. And yeah, maybe I will. Maybe I'll get knocked up and I'll have a mini me and I will love it. But maybe I won't, and you know what? Maybe I'll love that too.

The end.

This article originally appeared on katherineisawesome.com on 1 November, 2016.

There's 11 sleeps 'til NZ Fashion Week so here are some cool fashion-y photos to celebrate.

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