I am not sure I want that connection with you forever, when I have to claim accountability for my choice of words around you.
I am not sure I need to wrap you in my arms to have that complete feeling.
You see if I am not complete before you, I will never feel complete when I have you in my bosom.
It is a pleasant feeling to hear giggles, that adorable and oh so cute voice but in another instant that annoying crying and tantrum drives me insane.
How can I live for you when I have not lived for myself?
I am not sure I want you baby, I am not certain I want responsibility for another tiny life.
I do not think it is safe to continue this gene pool. Yikes.
I am okay with the uncertainty of not wanting you because I will not allow society to tell when, when I am sure about baby world.
Maybe someone else who really want you should get you, instead of me.
While I am uncertain I will not allow another to convince me into your conception.
Conception process maybe fulfilling but carrying you for nine months out of a twelve month year! That is epic, I am not sure I want to do that epic.
I am not sure, I am not sure about this risk.