babies and thing

Here's the thing with babies and kids. I think they're SO adorable (especially the fat ones) in limited dosages and when they don't make too much noise, otherwise I have no patience for them. My maternal clock isn't ticking.

It doesn't seem to give out any indication of ticking anytime soon either.

I'm not in any hurry to snag the next available guy and start a family with him.

If someone wants to have a baby, good for them (but if they're not financial-ready or responsible enough, or they're having a baby with a married/taken ~you homewrecker~ man than curse them to the lowest tier of the underworld!!), but don't thrust that idea on me. Please also spare me with the:

• "You don't know what love is until you have a baby." If I have to trade my sleep and freedom for a crying bundle of love then no thanks.
• "You're being selfish." How about you shove it?!
• "But you loove baby clothes and cute things!" I also love footie but I'm not going to become a pro-athlete anytime soon.
  

This is like preaching to me about vegetarianism. We're on top of the food chain and I will damn well eat what I please, but this will be another rant for another day. In the meanwhile, the next person to annoy me with baby talk will be given the silent treatment and then eventually cut (you've been warn).

I do not want my life of little responsibilities and financial freedom to be disturbed thank you very much. My life is exactly how I like it.