I am afraid of motherhood. Before I had a boyfriend, I never seriously considered being a mom. First of all, I was afraid of pregnancy. I didn’t want to be saddled with the discomforts of a bulging tummy and most of all, the corresponding pain of childbirth. Secondly, I never really liked kids. I used to wonder what was it that made my friends go mushy over a baby. I mean, yes, a baby is cute and cuddly but why would I want to coo over a creature who would just stare at you or would touch you with saliva-laden fingers? And then there areRead More →