After my last post, a friend posted on Facebook that I could try for a dragon baby. Super major wtf.

Child birth scares me.  It really scares the hell out of me. I’m the super wussy, useless, teh type of girl who screams or cries (depending on my mood, though it’s usually the latter) when I get a paper cut or when my nails break. I can’t imagine me going through labour, ever.

Not that I’m having kids anytime soon – I’ll say a good 5 to 10 years later at least? But so many people I know seem to be caught in this rat race to have a kid. Or maybe I’m the one behind time.. but all the talking about 15-hour labours, cutting here and there, epidural and stuff gives me goosebumps every.single.time. I screeched the other day when I was surfing Facebook and I saw that a friend had posted the picture of her newborn right after it’s out. With the blood and all. NOT A PRETTY SIGHT AT ALL.  Why will anyone want to traumatise people on Facebook like that?

Is it normal that I get the shivers when I think of something so big coming out of me? It sounds insanely painful.

Confinement sounds like a nightmare too. Why will anyone want to eat pig trotters stewed in vinegar?

In a way, I’m very thankful that my friends are still happily unmarried with no kids. I feel much happier talking about superficial Friday nights (St James again for the 3rd week in a row? Or should we try bowling for cheap thrills?) and impromptu travels. Shoes and bags too. I can’t imagine talking about gynae visits and I don’t know…body temperature? Whatever pregnant friends talk about when they get together.