You know, when I believed that I would spend the rest of my life as a woman, I was very very very firm about not having children. It just wasn’t going to happen. At all. EVER. 

(I had two, TWO twenty-one year old guys tell me that they could never love me if I didn’t marry them and bear their spawn. Is it just me, or is 21 a little young for thinking about marriage and breeding?)

I had terrible nightmares about babies. About childbirth, about motherhood. Erk. Just thinking about them now is making my uterus flinch. My mother didn’t believe me, and my boyfriend thought I was nuts. 

Everyone told me that I would get over my ’silly fear’, and get to want a baby. When I was 27. 27 seems to be the magic number for baby-fever.

So anyway, my ’silly fear’ would keep me awake at night. I freaked whenever my period was late, even if I hadn’t had sex for months. Because, you know, PREGNANCY IS A VIRUS YOU CAN CATCH THROUGH A HANDSHAKE. I had a hard-core baby-phobia.

Then when I came out as a lesbian, I eventually decided that maybe, one day, if I happened to be with a chick that wanted a baby, then I might be amenable to the idea, if my physical person was not involved in the incubation process.

What I found really interesting though, was the idea that I could be a FATHER is so appealing to me. Which is probably all tied up in the cultural norms that mean mothers are never good enough, and fathers are the best, even if they screw up, cos MY GOD A MAN TRIED.

I haven’t made up my mind on babies, to be honest. I like the idea of toddlers. I would love to adopt a child. If I had a partner who was dead set on going through the pregnancy and birth experience, and we had decided on having children, then I would be fully supportive of that. Especially if they figure out that EGG + EGG = EMBRYO technology. That’s mostly the science geek in me talking though.

I figure my genetic material is probably alright. I mean, everyone in my family is bat shit crazy, but I suspect that being raised in a bat shit crazy family is the primary cause of that, not genetics. 

I’m a pretty stunning specimen of a fellow. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, strong. A right old aryan. 

So I’ve offered up my eggs to anyone who needs them, and I’ll get a bunch frozen before I go on T.

I have no idea why I am writing a post on this. I kinda wanted to write about how there is that cultural norm of men being useless with babies, and women being naturals (post-child birth at least). But I got distracted by my own handsomeness.

Children are such a controversial topic. 

Straight couples have the whole adoption vs pregnancy debate, which has pro’s and cons on both sides.

Homosexuals have even bigger issues.

Adopt? Donor? Our own? Who’ll Incubate then? Will they let deviants like us adopt anyway?

And then you get on to how to raise the kid! That’s even WORSE.

Who’ll be the primary caregiver? Should we let them wear pink/blue? Is Barbie an acceptable plaything? Does that answer change if the child is male?

What do we name them? Do they get contact with their biological parent(s)? Should I let my mother into our lives?

Religion? School? University? What if they turn out to be heterosexual?

ARGHH!

So anyway. Hat tip to all you parents out there, for SURVIVING! Congrats. Hope you and the Offspring have a great 2008. Happy new year to the rest of ya to.