Confessions of a City Slicker

It seems the stork has been working overtime in my office because three of my colleagues are expecting.

Their due dates are calculated to be within weeks of each other. This is going to be a very muhibbah affair because the new arrivals will be of different races.

Of course being the only female left in the office who is not expecting, they are curious to know when it’s gonna be my turn.

“Sure,” I said.

“Let me know your due dates and around that time I will go get myself a nice widdle doggie woggie or widdle kitty cat, then we can all go through motherhood together loh,” I smiled.

Seriously, me and kids, we don’t suit.

I mean, kids are cute and adorable and all that jazz, as long as they are not mine. There is no sound more annoying in this world than the sound of screaming kids.

Maternal instincts? You’re looking at the wrong place if you’re trying to find any here. I ain’t got any.

Well, maybe only where big brown eyes and a waggly tail is concerned.

And if a woman’s reproductive system is not so important to ensure her well being, I would have gotten rid of mine long ago.