I totally understand. I'm working on my Thesis and taking six classes. I've been a little stressed out (i'm a chem major) but since I don't have a real job it hasn't been so bad.
My current occupation is being a nanny for my friends newborn, and another friends toddler so they help with the aggravation. I just go play with them and sing songs, read books, and crash micro machines.
Of course my husband is absolutely trying his hardest to get me agree to get pregnant when he gets home, which is stressful in and of itself because I am NOT having kids, despite whatever whacko red alert his biological clock is on. The rest of the family isn't helping either. I don't know where they got this ludicrous impression that i'm going to actually go through the gestation and birthing process -- First and foremost, I am not pushing ANYTHING the size of a cantaloupe out of my vagina. I'm not. I don't care what anyone thinks about that, I refuse. I don't believe that full gestation in a test tube is possible, so I certainly hope that since his bio clock is urging him so strongly that it will get him on a plane to North Africa so we can adopt a beautiful child and he can feel fulfilled as a father... in like 10 years.
I like babies, and I like kids. I honestly do. But I like them because they go *home* at 5. I don't understand this obsession to have a mini-me or to be pregnant. Where is the effing fire?
I'm going to continue to dodge the questions and give cheeky answers as long as I can, but at what point do you just start screaming at people? RESPEK' MAH AUTHORITAH!!! NO BABIES!!! NEVER!!!

