Last weekend (before the plague kept me on the couch), my Aunt Theresa told me that I should have a baby because my mom deserves a grandchild. Out of the blue. My response was "I probably need a husband first" to which she replied "nah, that can come later" WHAT?! I said that wasn't happening until I could be a stay at home mom (a recent shift in my thinking... but I HATE going to the office) and then proceeded to chug the remainder of my beer (something I couldn't do if knocked up) Seriously, the last thing I thought I be having a conversation about.
I am not arguing my mom's grandparenting credentials, she (and dad) would be great. Hell, she would probably move into my 2nd bedroom for shits and giggles. However, I am well aware of my biological clock and the realities of being past "peak gestational age" by the time all this crap comes around but I would be a horrible single mom... Plus, there is the issue of who the F would knock me up... I mean, one night stands are not great father material but it can't be someone I know, I don't want all that drama! Also, if we get over that hurdle, I am pretty sure finding a husband "later" will be exponentially harder. I mean, guys who are willing to raise someone else's kid are hard to find, especially when you explain that you don't know the father's last name because you were on an anonymous sex mission to give your mom a bastard grandchild. Plus, I know I will not be a cute pregnant person who looks the same except for a basketball in front. No, I will be gianter (a new word!) all over... and likely never fully recover which will make my husband prospects even slimmer.
So... moral of the story is that I am well aware of hurdling toward 30 with no signs of being an actual adult and I am working on it.
You are right. Voluntarily becoming a single parent is a very bad idea.
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