12th January 2012

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Forget my previous goals for a minute, and let me focus on this one.

I used to joke around that my new years resolution would be to not get pregnant or die. Those were far fetched in my life, and it seemed like a sure-fire way to keep my resolutions. But I now know so many people that are my age who are having babies.

I’m nineteen, and my future plans do not involve a baby before I turn twenty. These are people I went to elementary school with or had bio with freshman year. These are people I met before I knew where babies even came from, and to see that they’re having children now—that’s a little scary.

Every time I think about teaching in a classroom, I feel like those students will be like my first-born—the first class whose lives I get to shape. I don’t want a baby until after I start shaping people’s lives. I don’t want a baby that will keep me from doing that.

Don’t get me wrong, props to all the young moms and dads who are supporting their babies; I can’t do it, because of that reason, I don’t want to. I love being able to focus solely on where my life is headed. When I get pregnant, my goals will need to shift to where my baby’s life is headed. I’m not ready for that, I’ve barely got my life mapped out.

I know I’ve been talking about children and pregnancy a lot. When you hear a twenty-year-old guy that you’re crushing on say that they’re ready for a baby, it kind of makes your ovaries flee for the hills.

My future is determined by my ability to live up to my goals, and there’s one thing that can easily throw them all out the window. As much as I joked around about it before, one of my goals before I hit twenty-five is to not get pregnant. I don’t want to lose sight of my future, especially because I want my future child to experience the future I hope to give to my family.

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