babies

Only 2 questions 25+ yrs old women in a relationship get asked these days

It started when my relationship with David became “serious.” You know, he met my family, we moved in and he knew I don’t shave in the winter and was OK with that. Serious. So naturally, Sunday dinners with my family had to become a common place to harass David and I with relationship questions.

1.) So when are you getting married?

I think I heard this question more often than I heard Britney Spears’s “Hit me baby one more time” hit on the radio in 1999. Why do you care if we get married? Why should we get married? Are we even ready to be married? We didn’t have answers to these questions, and we didn’t think about marriage. We liked spending time together and that was enough.

A few years later, my “clock” started ticking- at least in the eyes of everybody around me. I certainly didn’t feel any need to have a child and yet everybody else wanted me to have one.

2.) When are you having kids?

I was probably as annoyed with this question as Bill Clinton was with the question “if he ever had sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky.” I mean, give it a rest. Am I a woman? Yes. Do I have a vagina? Yes. Can my vagina make babies? Yes. Do I have to make babies? NO! Just because nature gave me a vagina with the ability to use it, doesn’t mean I have to (use it). I don’t make stupid faces and sounds when I see children. Honestly, I find puppies to be much cuter. Fluffier. And less of a hassle. But it doesn’t mean I walk around asking people if they have adopted puppies yet.

Maybe I will get married one day, and maybe I will have kids. But can you please stop asking me these questions? Why don’t you ask me if I have finally decided to volunteer at a shelter? Helped with a singing recital in a home for the elderly? Perhaps if I have helped tutoring English at a local high school? Why are those not more important questions, I ask you?

P.S: Not baby related, but here’s my book on Amazon¬†which tells the story of an American student doing a study abroad in France. Please check it out and thanks for reading my blog!

Picture Credit