One kid is all I got in me. Really.

**DISCLAIMER**
If you are offended by my opinion, the problem is you. Not me.
Have a good day.
Enjoy. There may be MANY moments of discomfort that may come your way.

*gives the side-eye to my mother*

I have a daughter. She's amazing.
She is. Really.
Not to take anything away from you parents that have more that one child, BUT, HOW DO Y'ALL DO IT?
*takes deep breath and clutches my pearls*
Either way. Kudos and Godspeed to you all.
I
couldn't
do
it.

Early 2006.
I was 27. Chillin. In my prime...of sorts.
Working and lovin up a boo thang.
Then all of a sudden...BOOM! Preggers.
LAWD!

I never really thought about having kids. A lot of folks thought my youngest sister WAS my kid.
Ive always been great with them. Just never imagined having my own. LOL What a thought, right?

Now. Fast forward to today.
If y'all ask me ONE MORE TIME when I'm having another, I'm gonna roll my eyes out of damn head!

My reason for not partaking in another dependent:

1. I don't do multiple baby daddies. AT ALL.
-I have a hard enough time getting along with the one I have now. And WE were married. So, yeah. I'm good on that. I say silent prayers for parents with multiple BD's and BM's. If y'all like it, I love it. Sure, everyone says, 'You could meet someone special and get married. What if he wants another?' Blah Blah BLAH etc etc ETC...

So, yeah. That's it.
I'm sure, to everyone else, I could have many more reasons. But that's all I got. This lone reason, puts the fear of Aramageddon in my heart.
And I'm not here for it.
Truth.

Soooo, to all de aunty and uncle dem wey want me for marry dem boy pekin dem...STOP!
Its not happening.
My lone, wonderful, spoiled brat, is the only gift that this uterus can bless the world with.