There’s a reason I work at Planned Parenthood: I hate
babies.
Babies are like these weird alien things that, no matter how
new or hideous they are, make everyone around them turn into cooing creatures
who think they’re adorable.
And now everyone in my family is popping them out.
My sister should be popping out her second any day now.
My step-brother called me on Saturday to tell me that he impregnated
his 40+ year old girlfriend and they’re expecting a baby in March… his
first. Her fifth.
And yesterday, I got the dreaded call from little brother
saying he knocked up his stupid girlfriend.
No seriously, she’s stupid (they both are)… no form of birth control at
all. And they can’t even pay all their
own bills now, with just the two of them.
Congratulations, Mom.
Looks like you’ll be raising another kid.
And to that- I’ll drink.
Because I still can.
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