My Ovaries are NOT throbbing, thank you -

I find it a little hilarious that people seem to be so horrified when they discover I have no intention of spawning a child of my very own. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I LOVE babies. I like kids. Thanks to my large extended family, I've grown up with them. I can change a diaper, clean up spit, and burp a baby with the best of 'em.

That doesn't mean that I have a burning desire to produce one of my very own.

It's selfish of me, I know. I grew up with an amazing mother, and if it's one thing I realized in that family is that as soon as you have a kid, your life is no longer your own. You're responsible for a little human being, and EVERYTHING you do is for that kid. It's the greatest form of love. And that's how it should be. Raising a little baby that turns into a person is the most important thing you can do.

But I'd rather not, thanks. One of the best perks of having a lot of babies around is that at the end of the day, I can give 'em back.

I did promise my mother I would adopt - and I will. I think if I'm financially stable enough to have an open home, I will do my best to try and provide a family and a home for a kid who needs one.

But I'm okay without a baby. Because at the moment I have a six week old kitten, who wakes me up at four AM crying to be fed, and that's enough.

You can't litter box train a baby.