I’m surrounded by pregnant people.
At work, wherever I turn, I run into boeps & boobs in various stages of development. At shopping malls. Orals. And they are slow. Do they have to be that slo-oow?
My cousin is pregnant. A friend is pregnant.
If they’re not already knocked up, they are trying to. At it like rabbits. I don’t wanna hear about it. Legs in the air and pillows under bums. Keep that to yourself.
They want everyone to share in their excitement. Whoop whoop. Or maybe it’s whoopee whoopee? I digress. Share in the excitement of having (and making?) a baby. Sorry.
Can’t stand the “Don’t you want another one?” or “Don’t you want a girl?” Nee dankie. Spoilt my figure twice. It’s enough.
Why do they insist on asking everyone who’s not boepefied this question? Why do they want everyone else to join in the boep troop? My answer has been the same for the past 11 years.
Don’t.Ask.Me.Again. Or Else.
I have to find new friends to party with. Seeing that everyone wants to be knocked up.