
Confession: my coworkers are convincing me to not have kids.
"Jane was up screaming the entire night, I had to go into her room 10 times."
"I spent three hours cooking Jack's food, and he threw it all on the floor and then vomited on me."
"I have to go to the physio for the next six months because I injured my spine from pushing."
One colleague even came into work and said "I feel like all I do is complain about my kids, which makes it sound like being a parent is horrible."
I replied, "yep, pretty much!"
I honestly don't blame her — being a parent does sounds horrible.
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One of the best things about working in our office is that you can come in here and say the quiet stuff out loud.
There's nothing better than feeling like you can safely share your thoughts and feelings with women who listen, understand and ask questions.
But I've been hearing a little bit too much information from the parents.
These women had to a birth a minimum 18-year responsibility that refuses to eat peas and forgets to pay their car rego, and if complaining to me — a (somewhat) young, child-free woman — makes them feel better, I am more than happy to be that for them.
But there's a deeper reason why these stories are convincing me to not have kids — and that's because I'm not entirely sure I can have kids.
I was 15 years old when a doctor told my mum and I that it would be unlikely if I had children because I have PCOS.