It’s really hard to say what the problem was with the vomiting and stuff, she was running a fever too, so we think she may have had some sort of virus, plus it was 100+ degrees out there in the woods (with like an ice cold crystal clear river running right next to the campgrounds, otherwise I would’ve died my self from the heat alone) plus she had been a week late on her period and started there, and there’s a possibility that her swollen uterus may have been partially or intermittently interfering with things flowing through her GI tract, and the every day reality that she’s also allergic to like EVERYTHING. Soooooooo… meh?
We weren’t going to have kids anyway. She was already fixed when I met her, she has those Essure coils where they put little tiny springs inside the fallopian tubes and scar tissue just fills in on them until they are blocked completely and eggs can’t make it through. Girls in her family have risky pregnancies and she’d already had one nasty miscarriage when her piece of shit ex husband beat her up. The biggest argument though is that with all her allergies, why the hell would she want to possibly pass any of that on to a kid? Not only is she allergic to cats and pretty much all pollen to some extent or other, and tobacco smoke instantly sets off her asthma, but she’s also allergic to peanuts, some but not all tree nuts, all legumes including all beans and SOY, which, fuck, good luck avoiding soy nowadays… and to top it all off POTATOES! Nobody’s allergic to potatoes! Even if they aren’t your favorite, do you have any idea how much you would miss McDonald’s fries if you find out at age 11 that YOU CAN NEVER HAVE THEM AGAIN?!
So yeah, she has her reasons, and I don’t mind- I’m not in any sort of situation where I feel the need to be making a baby. And, you know, my dad was adopted and we don’t know jack about his family, and when I was a teenager to young adult, my parents took in a string of young people in succession that were down on their luck and needed a hand. This little witchy gay kid my mom’s friends knew who got kicked out of his house for admitting what was obvious anyway, my sister’s best friend whose home life was just fucked, a really talented young artist friend of my mom’s who was on disability for depression and needed a place to stay while she finished college, etc. That to me is just as important a type of parenting to me as making another mouth to eat up the planet. There’s always going to be someone out there who would look up to you and appreciate your influence on their life if you are open to that kind of thing. And I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it but my wife’s sister is a real crackhead piece of work and there’s a very real possibility her two year old could wind up with us (my mother in law currently has her, the state already told the dad that he’s used up all his chances and they’re not going to fuck around with him anymore, his custodial rights are completely gone, and they are almost to that point with my sister-in-law). Plus there’s her 16 year old niece (who also got taken away from my sister in law and lives with her dad who just got out of prison) and her 15 year old little sister that we try to be as involved with as possible. And now I’ve got this 16 year old black kid that was hanging out on this atheist board reaching out to me and my wife because he recently moved here from Louisiana with his bible-beating parents and feels totally isolated and alienated, so we’re trying to hook him up with some resources and try to be supportive of him while not freaking out his parents like “who are these weirdos and why are they talking to my kid?”
So, combined with the fact that all my friends have got the combining genomes thing on lock, LOL I think I’m good on kids for the foreseeable future. Practically up to my ears in them already.