Why is it that we breed? There is that tid bit about sex, something I dimly recall as being lovely fun. But other than that, why? First there is the pregnancy thing: barfing, nausea, sagging boobs, that lower saggy tummy thing that never goes away. Then there is the birth part, don't even get me started because it seriously sucked. All three times I participated in it. Then there is the no sleep infant thing. That damn nursing, sticky tits thing. The toddlerhood where EVERYTHING is sticky and chaotic. Things mellow out during the middle years. But then adolescence hits and it all goes to hell again. Through it all your body goes to crap, you lose your single friends, your wardrobe goes to shit and many a marriage crumbles in the wake, not to mention that red wine sounds better and better, even for breakfast.

So, again, I ask why do we do it? Sure, those Baby Gap outfits are super cute, soft tummies are so fun to nibble on and there is the occasional hug that makes you want to cry from its sweetness. But lately? I feel as though I have a precious young bird sitting in my hands and I am encouraging him to fly and test his tender wings in the wind of life. Only this bird? This fucker would rather sink his talons into my palms and peck away at my flesh in an effort to devour my life force while he simultaneously shits all over my wrist. That is how I picture parent hood today. Is that bad?