Babies

The Child is obsessed with babies.  I’d put it down to just a phase or something.  At the worst I assumed she’s one of these girls who go mushy over anything cute (something I too can be guilty of on occasion).  But now I’m not so sure.  We had the most surreal argument yesterday.  Basically she ended up in a huge (and I mean huge!) sulk over the fact that I’m not going to have a baby.  And this was without explaining that I don’t ever want anymore (probably).  Now she wanted to know why I’m not having a baby.  I wasn’t entirely sure what to say.  I’m single and you need a bloke?  Not strictly true if you really want a baby, what with the sperm bank and stuff.  But I really didn’t want to go into the whole hideousness of pregnancy and childbirth.  And yes I’m aware that I’m unlikely to get pre-eclampsia as bad the second time round if I get it again at all, but the one and only time was enough to put me off.  I was not one of those glowing women.  I wanted to be, but let’s face it, it’s just not for me.  And I’m not really a baby person either.  I’m still trying to find my maternal side too.  I love The Child to bits.  She’s wonderful, perfect, gorgeous, and a royal pain in the backside.  How do I explain that as much as I love her, the thought of another is like a waking nightmare?  I can’t do that.  So I just put up with the sulk.  But today’s she going on about babies again.  I’m worried we’re straying into dangerous territory here.  Too many of her friends have baby brothers or sisters.  The big question’s lurking, I can sense it.  I just hope we manage to avoid it for now.  Joy.