Quote Originally Posted by b0Ng h!tz 4 mE
I rather live my life without getting woken up by screaming or having some fucker there always asking me to buy them things with my money

as you said, to each they're own.. but no, i dont see the point in having a kid tbh
lol... because my wife had post partum (sp?) depression after having the baby, i ended up being the one to raise him for about 3 months straight (for about a month before that, we had a schedule... she would take 12 hours and i'd take 12 hours) man it was hell... i did it, and would of never thought to stop doing it... but i'm not going to lie, i fucking hated it... waking up every 3 hours to feed/change him my schedule basicly went: go to sleep, get woke up in a couple of hours, feed him/change him.. put him in his swing/crib try and finish sleeping, maybe fall asleep an hour later so i get at most another 2 hours of sleep, repeat that last part again, but this time when i get woke up i'd be up for the day... i'd lay him on my chest and watch tv, or hold him in my arms so he can watch too... after awhile put him in his swing.. keep him entertained... til i get completely worn out (there was no getting tired i was ALWAYS tired, and i mean like the tired you'd get after working a 12 hour shit where you're on your feet all day) and then start from the begining all over again.

i'm just glad as all kinds of hell those days are over... now is the begining of the good days... where he's learning to talk, and play around, and discovering the world around him... it's amazing to sit there and watch what he can/does do...i know i say it all the time... but i just don't ever feel i get the significance of what i'm trying to say across... it's something you'd just have to go through yourself to understand how it makes you feel in side to sit there and watch him play with his toys (like one where you have to match up the shaped blocks with the holes in the 'base' or his little xylaphone (sp?)) or flip a light switch over and over, or climb up on the chairs/cough, or feed himself, or turn our light switch which is a dimmer switch, or sit there playing with the buttons on the tv, turning it up and down, changing the channel turning it off and on... and the smiles he gets, and the things he says (they're not real words, or some are, but he can't quite say them right yet) and his laughs.... man.. everytime i see him i hear this part of dave chapelle's for what it's worth (stand up comedy) "this is fucking crazy.... you used to live in my balls man!"