There are so many reasons why I don't want kids right now.
I cringe when I see babies. I get exasperated when I hear whining toddlers. I feel pity for all the moms that I see wearing stained sweatsuits, frizzy hair, and bags under their eyes. Gee...they look so happy...motherhood must be just the greatest thing.
I'm not ready to go through the discomfort of pregnancy, the pain of childbirth, and the sacrifice that follows. I'm not ready to lose my identity and relegate myself to a routine of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, feeding, burping, etc..
I've heard people say that motherhood is wonderful. I don't get it. I don't know if I ever will. Occasionally I think about the freedom and the comfort my husband and I have, and how that would be destroyed if we had a child. I'm still in my selfish phase, and I'm not interested in giving up my lifestyle for a baby.
If that makes me coldhearted, so be it. Perhaps I'll change my mind when I hit my early 30s. I can definitely see us with a family, but not anytime soon, that's for damn sure!