You won’t believe that at my big age of 26, when I think about being pregnant and having a child, it freaks me out. The thought of moving about with a baby ( internal scream). Having to think of the Child first before making simple daily decisions, yikes. 😬

Maybe when I get together with a man that I love; the concept of birthing a child won’t seem too much but damn!

If and when I do make that decision, I won’t be birthing more than two humans. Don’t think I can allow my body to be ran through by more than twice.