I have never been much of a kid person. Some girls will turn into complete mush at the sight of any baby, whereas I think babies have to earn their cuteness. (this is not true of puppies or kitties, all of whom are by default SO CUTE AHH GOO GOO AHH).
Lately I’ve kind of warmed to kids a little bit, though I’m not feeling any biological clock tickings – as long as they are someone else’s responsibility, they are fine with me. Over Thanksgiving dinner, for instance, I had the realization that, combative political wonk I am, I would much rather hang out with the little rugrats than talk economics with my dad’s boring old white conservative buddies from work. Even if those rugrats wanted nothing more than to scream in my ear and tie me up with curtain ties for five hours straight. A year ago I would have minded this, but this year it was actually quite fun.
And I am nowhere near as infant-phobic as Krissy, whose reaction to a cute poster I pointed out on the wall of a restaurant, that depicted a baby in chef’s garb and wielding kitchen utensils: “EWW! A baby! Do not like!” A much more severe reaction than, say, if I were to point out a mouse running around on the dining floor (she’d probably try and add it to her menagerie).
Still, though I no longer actively avoid holding babies or interacting with kids – I hope that some day, hormones do not scramble my brain to the point where I become like my co-worker. Literally every thing she says relates somehow to her kids, or babies, or the apparent golden era of her life, her pregnancies. Example from today:
“My, it’s cold in this office.”
“Yes, I am always freezing…except when I was pregnant, the one time in my life when I was actually warm!” *launches into unsolicited details about her pregnancy, for the next ten minutes*
Reference: her youngest is a two-year old. Shouldn’t the hormones have worn off by now? If I ever turn this way, post having kids – please do me a favor and throw an angry sack of kittens at me!
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I have always been pretty baby-phobic and little-kid-phobic, but I too have warmed up to them a bit. I still have no desire to have one myself, and still hate the screaming ones on the street car, but have had a few endearing encounters with them as of late. Weird.
A mouse! Where?! Yippeee
okay maybe not that far but
yeah, I still think babies are gross.
I can’t believe you tracked that picture down
:)
Your co-worker’s comment about never having been warm until she was pregnant may have nothing to do with her love of her children (though I’m sure she loves them and loves to talk about them). It’s just that, wow, to be warm – truly warm – for once in your life, well, it’s amazing! I kinda wish I was pregnant now, just for that reason. And I really didn’t enjoy being pregnant…
(The other day I was trying to figure out why the heat in our office worked last year but not this year. And then I realized that it hadn’t worked last year either – it’s just that I hadn’t noticed. I started having memories of other people shivering, and placing heaters under their desks, while I sat there pregnant and roasting in my tank top.)
hmm…thanks for the input on the whole pregnancy making you warm thing, I never knew about that! I guess in light of that info my coworker’s raving about her pregnancy days doesn’t sound that outrageous now. She is still way annoying for many other reasons, however!
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