medicstudent

Wow I need to stop hanging around with my ex's sister and husband. I've been a friend of his for years and I get along great with his wife, but it's the baby. Thats right, I'm afraid of the baby. Laugh if you want but it's true.

Now I'm not afraid the baby will eat me, I don't hate kids I have one of my own and I passed the return to sender date 12 years ago and wouldn't no matter what. However this little just over 1 year old girl is making me mushy inside. Making me want another one. Thats's what is frightening.

She cuddles me

I enjoy it I really do my own niece doesn't give me cuddles lol and thats good. Cuddles are bad. They make me think finding a woman settling down and having another kid is a good idea.



While it looks good on my friend I'm not sure its good for me. Really I do remember how most of the rest of childhood goes, lack of sleep, frustrated wife, lack of sex, frustraded me, oh and my favorite.

Poopy diapers

I am sorry for the imagrey but it's nice to have that visual refrence to make sure that I forget that every time she tripped (intentionally) she reached out for me, not mom or dad. That she brought her book to me to sit on my lap and read to her. That she fed me imaginary food from her kitchen play set.

POOPY DIAPERS! POOPY DIAPERS! POOPY DIAPERS! POOPY DIAPERS!

I thought only women felt that biological imperative. Cute babies are unfair. Wonderful, but unfair.