I'm a Toys-R-Us Kid

There are some days where I just really don't like being a grown up.  Usually most days.  I just had 2 and a half hour conversation with DFW, where grown up stuff was discussed.  I don't know how much I like this.  It made my anxiety level rise to a fatal level. Some talked about adult topics include.... Having babies, buying a home, and paying taxes.  Really?  Ummm... who are we?  I thought I was just 22 years old last week.  No?? Shit.  I think I mentally block out my age and life responsibilities on certain days.  I am throwing a sweet sixteen birthday party for myself for my "twenty something" birthday.  Point made.  I don't want to grow up, I'm a Toys-R-Us kid.  I must admit that the main event of the night was having babies. Or rather, why not to have them.  DFW got a call from her doctor about having a meeting to make a "family plan" just in case, and her boss suggested that she change her insurance in case of a fetus.  She probably said "baby" or whatever. We mainly focused on the deformation of our bodies when the fetuses show up, and how every baby mama we know says it will never be the same.  This is very discouraging and gives me night terrors. I work for moms for a living, and get consistent warnings from them.  "Don't let my boobs scare you.  They used to be big and amazing."  This is genuinely burned into the frontal lobe of my brain.  Then comes the "I have accepted the permanent stomach pooch as well." And these are beautiful women who work out literally every single day of their lives. (If they didn't, I would be out of a job)  Again with the body deformation!?  This is not looking good.  The highlight of my weeks are the days when I get frantic phone calls from the moms.... " Can you please come over?  I am about to murder my children."  Oh yes, this really motivates me into motherhood.  Thanks.  But in real life, I am afraid of an alien taking over my body, making brown marks all over me, making my boobs sag because it's always hungry, and then stretching out my special place.  

DFW's  main concern is that the infant will want food, therefor taking away from her monthly shopping budget.  This is a valid and logical point.  I mean, we would have to cancel our shoe dazzle accounts.  No thank you fetus.  Another obvious problem is the "show stealing baby."  No one pays attention to your bitchin' threads and brand new sexy leg platforms when there is a tiny living human in the room.  Or do you no longer wear said items post fetus?  I hope this is not the case.  Today the baby itch is def in remission.