Married since 2021, still no kids? Yep, it’s 2025 and the womb is still on vacation, people. And guess what? That seems to be everyone's favorite conversation starter. Not everyone, but enough that I start hearing baby cries in my head whenever someone says, ‘Soooo...’
At first, it didn’t bother me. We were vibing with the whole 'cool aunt and uncle' lifestyle. No diapers, no daycare, just vibes and spontaneous naps. But somewhere along the way, after almost five years of marriage and one too many baby shower invites.....I started thinking, 'Hmm, babies might not be that bad.'
And just as the baby fever hit… boom! Plot twist here we go! My body said, ‘Let’s make this interesting.’ Gained weight, got tired, and then PCOS entered the chat like, ‘Hey mak cik, I’m here to mess things up!’ Seriously, it’s real and it’s a full-time job on its own. And I? I’ve been extremely lazy about dealing with it. Like, Olympic-level lazy.
Now my mom’s in the background like, 'Go see a gynecologist already!' And I’m just here, bingeing snacks, googling fertility success stories, buying so many fake vitamins from Tiktok and wondering… do I really want this? I don't know. But do I want all the effort that comes with it? That's the real question. Someone send help… or snacks.
P/s : Starting today, y’all are officially subscribed to my rant series...whether daily or weekly, I haven’t decided. But brace yourselves. I’m tired, dramatic, and oversharing is my new hobby. You’re welcome.
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