I was inexplicably pregnant (approximately 8 months along) and when I gave birth (which literally did not hurt at all - I was like, "What? Everyone that whines about this is a WUSS") it was definitely a kitten. An adorable kitten, obviously, but a kitten. Which, of course, wasn't weird at all.
My friend Kelsey stepped up to the plate to be a parental figure for the thing, even though she hates cats, and was really mad at me for getting knocked up. I decided that since she was being so nice and supportive, I would let her help name the kitten (a girl). We could NOT agree on a name because I was suggesting normal, well-thought-out names, and she wanted to name it things like "Jackalina" or "Jasonette."
At one point it really hit me - I am a mother. I am going to have to be there for her when she is a teenager and gets her heart broken! It's my responsibility to make sure she has a fun, rewarding childhood!
Then I went back to being a terrible mother. I made her a little bed with a towel in a drawer in a plastic storage thing, and kept her in there for like 20 hours a day. Every time I opened that door, though, she was bright-eyed and ready to play. It was great.
The worst part? Throughout all of it, the two biggest things on my mind were
1) "I really need to name her so that I can send out a mass text announcing her birth!"
2) "Whoa I just had a BABY! I wonder if I can get an extension on my midterms!"
So there you have it. Perhaps it is a sign that I really need to graduate from school before having children (kitten, human, or otherwise).
Interpretations, please!!
