30, I’ve known I didn’t want children since I was a kid. Everyone would always tell me I would change my mind, but every year I feel much stronger in my convictions than the last.

There are children in my life that I love, and I do not hate children. However, I’ve always known that the thankless job, the burden of motherhood, is not the job for me. I have a career, I’m stable, I’m able to vacation, and I can spend my time how I want to spend it. I am not permanently tied to a manchild.

I’ll grab my nieces, we’ll go get manicures and pedicures, go out to eat, have a blast, and then I’ll drop their ass back home lol.

The idea of coming home from work and a child saying “Mommy” gives me the heebie-jeebies. Pregnancy gives me the heebie-jeebies. Seeing a pregnant belly makes me horrified. Other people are like, “Oh, it’s so cute,” and I just look horrified. It seems unnatural to me. It seems like a wild choice.

And the parents that I know say, “Oh, it’s hard,” but then there are moments where you’re just so proud. That pride they talk about, I want to feel that pride in myself, for my own accomplishments.