Tick Tock

I never planned to have children. It's not that I shunned the idea of reproduction, I just knew that never in a million years did I ever want to germinate another being within my belly only to push it out and have it trailing after me for years to come. Today as I walked through the infant nursery at work, I encountered three little peapod souls dressed in footed one piece get ups as they flopped from front to back and sweetly cooed and gooed. At first I had to stop and revel in their innocent cuteness, and then I felt this bizarre, grief sodden sob begin to form in my chest as I realized I would never again have one of those in my arms. So I did the only sane thing possible, I choked it down and tailed it out of there as fast as possible.

Ugh. Despite my carefully laid plans, I have already produced three of those wiggling vermin. After this last one I had surgery to ensure my life would be free of any future peapods. So what the hell was my deal today? I guess the biological clock ticks louder than reality.