Disclaimer: I’m new to the whole message board experience, so please excuse any screw-ups on my part. But please don’t hesitate to tell me about them. After all, how is a Weevil supposed to learn? Also, please forgive the grammar (I’m an engineer, enough said). I’m not sure if a rant is a good idea for a first post, but why not jump into shallow water headfirst. After lurking for a month I decided to give it a shot. So here it goes…
Why the hell does everyone need to tell me that I need to settle down and start a family? Boyfriend_Weevil and me have been together for 2 years now. We’re not engaged and really aren’t in a hurry to get that way. Kids… don’t even come near me with that crap. I’m 26 years old and have plenty of time to decide if I need to further over populate the world. Plus, I’m firmly of the belief that squeezing a football out of my nether regions is one of the most unnatural things that could ever take place. Shove the Jaws of Life up a man’s ass and start spreading… that’s torture. But because I was born without a penis, I’m supposed to consider it to be a blessing. FUCK THAT SHIT. If I must nurture/corrupt a young soul, I want them delivered nice and neatly in a basket by the stork. As the only non-medicated member of my family (not saying that I shouldn’t be… but I’m not), I almost feel a responsibility to help purify the gene pool by keeping mine out of it. But I digress from the intent of the post… why doesn’t everyone back the hell away from my uterus. It’s empty, stop trying for force me to fill it. Thanks to my family and just about everyone I work with, I must be the first woman on this planet to actually celebrate her period. It’s like the big FUCK YOU to everyone telling me to start popping out little monsters.
**Transcripts of an actual conversation with Evil_Mom: **
**EM: ** So you and Boyfriend_Weevil have been together for a while.
**EW: ** Yeah, a new record.
**EM: ** Do you think your sister will adopt?
**EW: ** Huh… uh… <recovering from conversational whiplash>… I don’t know. She’s mentioned it, but said they weren’t really comfortable with the idea.
**EM: ** I guess you’re brother won’t be having kids
**EW: ** He’s gay, not sterile. Plus, he could adopt too.
**EM: ** I doubt it.
**EW: ** You never know.
Here comes the line every daughter dreads…
**EM: ** So you’re my only hope for grandkids.
<insert sound of mental tires screeching, me hyperventilating, panicking, and looking frantically for adoption information to send to my siblings>
**EW: ** Do you know what you just said? I think you just broke every single “no pressure” promise you ever made to me. Sister_Weevil has been pressing for a ring, but even she didn’t approach the kids yet.
**EM: ** I’m just saying that if an accident were to happen I wouldn’t think anything less of you… that’s all.
**EW: ** You’re suggesting that I get knocked up… this conversation is SO over *<click>
< Evil_Weevil dials Sister_Weevil>*
**EW: ** Mom just called and informed me that I’m her only hope for grandkids.
**SW: **Hehe… really?
**EW: ** Then she said she wouldn’t think less of me if I “accidentally” got pregnant.
**SW: ** You could always give the kid to me. It would save a lot of paperwork and money. Seriously though we’ve been talking and would you consider being a surrogate?
**EW: ** Aaaaargh!! :eek: *<click>
<Evil_Weevil crouches in fetal position rocking back and forth in the corner>
<Boyfriend_Weevil comes in> *
**BW: ** Talk to your family again.
**EW: **Yeah.
<Boyfriend_Weevil goes to closet and gets out “special people” helmet>
**BW: ** Here, put this on. You don’t want another concussion.
**EW: **Thanks.
<Straps helmet on and continues to bang head helplessly until time to go to work the next day>
**Worker_Weevil: ** The baby’s due in a couple of weeks. I’m officially on pager status now.
**EW: ** Isn’t that four now. Why hasn’t your wife castrated you yet?
**WW: ** Having kids is wonderful. You should be finding out soon.
**EW: ** I may have put on a couple of pounds, but let’s not get insulting.
**WW: ** That’s not what I meant. You know you’ll be having them soon. You don’t want to wait too long.
**EW: ** I’m 26. I’ve got a few good years left in me. BW and me are going to Germany in September. What are you doing this fall?
**WW: ** Sigh… point taken.