“Are
You Crazy?”
Hey y’all.
J Out of sheer
benevolence I’m going to share a little information with you. I hope it’s
helpful and answers some of the questions you have. I’ve made the decision to
have a baby on my own, and some people really can’t understand why I’d do such a
thing. So I hope this clears some of it up for you.
Q. Have you lost your
mind? You’re still young (good job, freedom, blah,
blah?)
Nope,
I’m not crazy. I’m happy with my life, but there’s something missing. I have
achieved everything I wanted. My “to do” list isn’t as major as some folks’ and
family ranks the highest on my list.
Q. When did you decide
to do this?
I
tossed the idea around for the better part of 5 years. I decided that if I was
not wifed up by the year I was to turn 28, I would take matters into my own
hands. A final letdown in September of 2006 was the clincher and an idea became
a concrete plan and goal. I will be 28 on July 2nd, and hopefully 4
months pregnant.
Q. Does your family
approve?
Absolutely.
Although if they didn’t I’m not sure it would matter much.
Q. Why
“28”?
Because
I don’t want to be 35 trying to have my first baby, or 40 still waiting on some
man to show up and act right. Your body changes over the years and I’m not
interested in unnecessary complications. Like I said, I’ve done what I wanted to
do for the most part. I’ve done everything on my list except be called
“mommy”.
Q. But don’t you want a
husband?
*sigh*
Whatever,
man. Of course I would have liked one. I was raised in a two-parent household.
But circumstances and men being what they are I opted to proceed. I haven’t
given up on God though. He could still change things if He wants and I would
comply with His will.
Q. Aren’t you scared of
doing it alone?
No.
Besides I’m not “alone”. I’ve got an army behind me.
Q. What about being a
size 2? Won’t you miss being petite?
To
hell with that. I’ve wanted to gain weight since I was about 15. Here’s my
shot.
Q. So how did you do
it?
Well,
I went here on March 5th and they handled it
for me. I’ve got another week before I get the results. The staff is cool there
too. I highly recommend them.
Q. Do you want a boy or
a girl?
I
want a BOY. Straight up. No question. That’s all I’m praying for… a healthy,
bouncy, fat and cuddly boy.
Q. But you’re a woman.
What about his positive male role model?
I
have a brother, a father, an uncle, and some play-brothers who love me more than
life. All of the aforementioned are productive, positive, Black men. My kid’s
covered. My brother takes the role of “godfather” to a whole new plateau; he
could hold it down solo if he had to.
Q. How prepared are
you?
Very.
I’ve just moved into a new house with plenty of room and a big backyard. I’ve
begun making purchases and I’m setting up a bank account for the kid already.
Once I have him and he’s got a SSN I’ll be able to register the account in his
name. Health-wise I’ve changed my eating habits, I don’t drink and I take
vitamins. I’m also declaring a moratorium on cussing… that’s the hardest thing
for me to do. I have sick road rage.
Q. Do you have any
symptoms yet?
Yeah.
All this sleepiness is working my last nerve, lol. I’m super hungry and sick at
the same time. I’m also irritable in certain situations, kinda like PMS x
20.
Q. What about future
relationships?
What
about them? I’m SO not concerned. The man God has appointed for me will
understand my decision as opposed to being put off or threatened by it. Any man
who refuses to understand or accept what I had to do, especially given the fact
almost every dude I run across has one or more “baby mommas”, is obviously not
for me. So he can kick rocks. I’m not trippin’.
Q. Are YOU someone’s
baby momma?
No.
There’s nobody involved in this plan but me. So while I won’t be getting child
support (lol), I won’t encounter the headaches either.
Well,
I think this covered everything… if I missed something you can feel free to send
me an email
or a MySpace message and I’ll
answer you. Unless you’re being a dick about it… then I’m not responsible for
what comes out of my mouth/from my fingers. Tread lightly, sweeties. Laters
J
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