deciding i want to have a kid after telling people i didn’t want them for the last decade sucks because:

1. people are gonna use this as some kind of gross gendered i-told-you-so moment rather than accepting the immense amount of emotional self work i did to reach this point

and by “people,” i mostly mean my mom but whatever

2. i’m trans and becoming pregnant would make me EXTREMELY dysphoric. plus my wife is trans and HRT got her shootin blanks.

3. which leaves us with adoption, and i don’t like our odds financially, let alone considering the barriers inherent in adopting while LGBTQ

4. i still need a lot of therapy before i’m equipped with the social emotional toolkit i would need to try to raise a child.

5. and finally WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A GLOBAL PANDEMIC like what an AWFUL time for baby fever

this thread sponsored by my cousin’s sudden family group chat announcement of her pregnancy and me being so irrationally jealous that i haven’t even text back “congratulations!” yet

and my raging PMDD!!