asymons412
Shiny_Rock
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2011
- Messages
- 247
I'm so glad I found this thread!
The short story is that I am very committed to my career, and am working on my PhD for another four years. Afterwards, my fiance and I plan to move back to the east coast.
He is not even *thinking* about kids! We joke around about waiting 10+ years, but lately, I mentally whittle it down to 6...
I don't get it. I want to be a full-time tenured professor, I want to do research for the rest of my life, I want to spend all of my time at conferences and fulfilling requests from prestigious journals, and yet when I begin to think about kids, I want to spit out my BC pill and start.
I mean, not completely. FH is not ready to be a Dad and to be honest, we're so young, and we just don't need any more in our lives to be happy at this point. But a while ago we were talking (lightly) about kids; he's a so-and-so-the-third, and so I joked that we need a little boy to be the fourth, another named Malcolm David (my Dad's name was Malcolm and he passed in 2004; David is my step father's name, and he means quite a bit to me), and a little girl to-be-determined and then it just clicked!
It doesn't help that several of the girls I went to high school with are pregnant/recently had children/are having children in the next 2 years!
Gosh, it feels good to rant and get that off of my chest. Anyway, thanks for this thread.
[edit] The other thing that makes no sense-- pregnancy terrifies me. Absolutely, positively. Way too many gross things happening to your body in too short a time period! Go figure?
The short story is that I am very committed to my career, and am working on my PhD for another four years. Afterwards, my fiance and I plan to move back to the east coast.
He is not even *thinking* about kids! We joke around about waiting 10+ years, but lately, I mentally whittle it down to 6...
I don't get it. I want to be a full-time tenured professor, I want to do research for the rest of my life, I want to spend all of my time at conferences and fulfilling requests from prestigious journals, and yet when I begin to think about kids, I want to spit out my BC pill and start.
I mean, not completely. FH is not ready to be a Dad and to be honest, we're so young, and we just don't need any more in our lives to be happy at this point. But a while ago we were talking (lightly) about kids; he's a so-and-so-the-third, and so I joked that we need a little boy to be the fourth, another named Malcolm David (my Dad's name was Malcolm and he passed in 2004; David is my step father's name, and he means quite a bit to me), and a little girl to-be-determined and then it just clicked!
It doesn't help that several of the girls I went to high school with are pregnant/recently had children/are having children in the next 2 years!
Gosh, it feels good to rant and get that off of my chest. Anyway, thanks for this thread.
[edit] The other thing that makes no sense-- pregnancy terrifies me. Absolutely, positively. Way too many gross things happening to your body in too short a time period! Go figure?