Remember the complaint I had a few weeks ago, about how I was really sick and everyone I had to tell I was sick (because they wanted me to hang out/chat/talk on the phone ect and I just wasn't up too it) told me to make sure I wasn't pregnant?

Well, they're doing it again but this time I'm more scared then annoyed, because now I'm not only sick, but I'm 3 days late. My body is usually like clockwork, to the point where I was upset today and will probably panic tomorrow...

So I decided to avoid the panic and make an appointment at Planned Parenthood - it's free and more accurate then the $24 "most accurate on the market, but here's two just in case" over the counter tests.

As I told my best friend when she tried to tell me it was a happy thing; "Please... no well wishes or congratulations... if some homeless embrio bum is squatting in my uterus it's getting evicted."

I'm really hoping the sick is just making me over-react.

The question I'm putting to you guys is, I'm freaking out after 3 days... what's the kosher freak out date? Because I dun friggin know...

*Fat Bastard Voice* Get Outta Mah Belleh!!!

i was watching the local news tonight and heard about a new family of 8.


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i had to laugh when i heard the father's closing comment. he of course looked jolly and the wife looked wiped the fuck out. they showed a shot of the bedroom and it was literally packed to every corner with cribs and beds. come on, people. and how awesome are they for giving two of the boys the same name, but with different spellings? my first thought was "this is my brother Daryl and my other brother Daryl."

if they're happy, whatever. better them than me, i suppose.

I've been watching this community for some time. One day a question just randomly popped into my head: "How likely is it that there could be a community out there, somewhere, centered around a life-style free of children?" I didn't think it was very likely... Also the question was just completely random - I have NO idea where it came from. Well, the universe has a strange way of unfolding itself, and a couple days later I found this place.

THANK. GOD.

I didn't realize what a jerk I'd been the past three years...

Today was my college graduation practice. We had to wait in a room in order to find out who we were going to sit by and how to walk into the room we are graduation in and yadda yadda. I turn around to see a girl holding an infant and I thought to myself, "Wow that must suck to not get a babysitter today." Then I noticed a guy holding the baby and wondered if both of them were graduating, or just one of them. Turns out the mother was but for some reason the father and the baby was in the room where only the graduating students and some professors are supposed to be. Surprisingly it did not annoy me but just made me feel happy that I don't need to worry about such things at a time in my life where big changes are being made. I'm overwhelmed with the thought of getting a job now and applying for graduate school next year. Having a child is not even pratical in my life right now. Not just because I simply don't want one either.

This is x-posted from my personal journal, with slight editing for clarity.

So this sales rep calls in to our office. A lot of them work from home, and I can hear a little kid on the background: 'What are you doing? I wanna talk on the phone," etc. I roll my eyes, but sadly it happens all the time.

Then the rep goes, "Would you say hi to my granddaughter? She really wants to talk."

W.T.F.

It was one of those situations where I couldn't think of the right response. I didn't want to be the bitch who says no to a kid, so I said OK, rather than, "What? Fuck off. This is a business call, and I have other calls waiting."

She puts her granddaughter on the phone.

Kid: Hi.
Me, not nicely: Hi.
Kid: How are you?
Me: OK, how are you?
Kid: Hi.
Me: Hi.
Kid: Bye.
Me: Bye.

Now, let's think of all the ways I could have had fun with this. Like telling the rep, "Sorry, that's not a good idea. I'm a convicted child molestor." Or telling the kid, "Your mommy died," or, "Do you like...movies about...gladiators?"

I'm 25, married and steadfastly childfree. And I've been making quite the stink of it every year and making sure that they make a note in my file. The past two weeks have been an adventure in medication and birth control.

Rewind: I have depression with mood reactivity (like being borderline but without all the pesky impulsivity) so they put me on Lamictal. Lamictal, like all anticonvulsants, has a piss poor relationship with HBC. Some make HBC fail and the rest are made less effective by HBC. Rock, meet Hard Place.

So depo was out along with combined pills, the patch and nuvaring. I went for an IUD but my uterus, because apparently the hate is mutual, is too small. They tell be about the minipill which is slightly less effective and has a smaller window of time in which to take it to have it work right. (ideal use within 15 minutes each day). So I'm on the POP and hoping for the best but today in the mail I get a letter with a pamphlet for Essure and a note that I should look into either this or Implanon.

Of course, I'm allergic to nickel, but props to PP for green lighting a 25 year-old!

Okay to make up for my previous post (the old and apparantly fake story), here's two funny stories from my own experience (thus it's true!).
1. I was at a vietnamese noodle resturant with my dad, and when I entered...there was this kid playing 'drums' on the METAL table legs with his wooden chopsticks. The mother (I am assuming that's the mother) is happily chatting with her friend and completely ignoring the kid.
I immediately went: Oh...boy.
My dad then gave me a little lecture on how I have to be more tolerant with little kids because they get bored once they've finished their meal.
10 minutes later...
My dad: Wow...this is actually very annoying.

2. This time, I was at a buffet with both of my parents. There were two hyperactive kids at the table behind ours. I asked my mom, who was sitting directly in front of them, if she wants to move to the empty seat beside me.
She then (also) proceeded to give me a little lecture on how I have to be more tolerant on little kids because they get bored once they've finished their meal.
10 minutes past...
The kids are running around and slamming into my mom's seat every 30 seconds and screaming loudly. My mom gets up and says: I'm moving!!!
Me: I thought you said that it's natural for a kid to be naughty?
Her: Yes...but not when it bothers ME!

There's a saying in cantonese: The needle doesn't hurt until it actually pricks you. Meaning, you won't know the pain until you experience it.
It's funny how they both gave me the same lecture and then proceeded to contradict it!

My friend sent me a link to this story. I don't know if it's true or not, but I certainly HOPE it's true! XD I censored some of the language with *'s just...because. If it ruins the story please let me know and I'll uncensor it.

Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little c*nts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the f*cking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprinkle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little c*nt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “F*CK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! F*CK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m F*CKING HIV POSITIVE.”
And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just f*cked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the c*nt she is.
I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.

I'm sooo keeping this story in mind for future use~ (though hopefully it won't happen to me.)

Edit: Ok apparantly this story is a repost and probably a fake. Oh well~ Real or not, I enjoyed the story ^.^

That's the title of this episode of "The Twilight Zone" that's on right now. Anyone remember it? I call it the "Children of the Corn" TZ. It's the one where everyone has to tiptoe around the little boy and do everything he wants, or he'll wish them away.

I remember seeing this as a child and thinking Hey, I know little brats like that! (Obviously, not that could wish adults away for stupid little stuff, but who would.) It's a good anti-bingo for us sci-fi freaks. :-)

Anyone think this episode would be really relevant to the child-worship culture of today? "You're a bad man - you're a very bad man! And you keep thinking very bad thoughts about me!" God, how many of us would end up in the cornfield?? LOL

You know, I think back to my childhood and how I was raised and I am constantly boggled at how parents let their children get away with so much crap these days. I would have never dared to act the way these brats do today.

I do, however, remember getting into numerous accidents--flipping backwards off chairs, falling off of bunk beds, etc. So when I fell and skinned my knees raw, it was more of an inconvenience to go home and get cleaned up before I went outside again. None of this wailing, roof of the world crashing in stuff that kids screech about.

Spineless little brats. If parents didn't coddle their precious little children so much, they wouldn't be so ... can't think of a proper word, but really.

So I was at work yesterday having a conversation with a semi-co-worker. We aren't really co-workers because I get paid hourly through payroll and she is a commissioned employee of a different section of the company, but we both work in the same location.

Her story went like this:

Her: "So my baby cousin is 24. She's lived with her boyfriend since they were both 20. They both just got laid off, he worked at the airport doing baggage handling and they both lost their job in the same week."
Me: "Oh no, that's terrible!"
Her: "Yeah... she just told me she just found out she is pregnant."
Me: O_O "Oh god..."
Her: "yeah, they don't have insurance or anything now, so I went to a GNC and bought her some prenatal vitamins and some folic acid pills and some baby books, and I'm going to try to find a way to get her some insurance."
Me: O_O *blink blink* "O...k..."

I really wanted to say to her "Why didn't you just giver her the money you wasted on supplements and pointless books that she won't read and a little extra and take her to a Planned Parenthood to solve the problem instead of condoning this disaster???" as well as "Isn't that the perfect example of when not to go through with a pregnancy? Isn't that part of the whole reason abortion is there? To keep unwanted pregnancies from becoming unwanted babies? Shouldn't you have thought of some better advice for 'your precious baby cousin' than to have this baby?" but knew that the conversation would end in disaster in the workplace. There are at least five million individual reasons why her "baby cousin" should not complete this pregnancy and keep the corresponding baby.

I am just appalled by some people's complete lack of foresight during times like this. Even if I wasn't childfree, if I were in that situation I would know better than to have that baby.

Thought you guys might get a kick out of this...

But, if you *like* babies, I wouldn't click. Just a warning.

http://www.babysmasher.com/

If all goes well with the infamous nickel test....i will be having my Essure procedure done on June 10th.  Happy Birthday to me!!

Anyone been else have Essure?  Love it? What were your expirences?

Thanks!

Does the scene from Home Alone 2 comes to mind with anyone, where Kevin mistakes another guy wearing the same coat as his dad and follows him to another plane going to the same place as his family.

( Oops I think we forgot our baby! )

When your kid is abusing expensive store property, please don't laugh at/with him AS you're telling him he's not funny. He's old enough that he's not stupid. If you're laughing, that means he's funny.