This is a particularly disturbing thing for a pregnant woman to realize about herself. I could live my entire life and not look at a baby. People hold out their new babies for me to hold and my gut reaction is, "Do I *have* to?" I hear that hating babies is ranked up there with hating puppies and might put me on the same level as Hitler. But you know what? I also hate puppies. They pee all over the place. They smell. They jump on me and slobber. Blech.
This entire pregnancy I've been filled with an alarming amount of rage. Rage and bitterness that some alien creature usurped my body for its own evil purposes. Then I found out that I was having a little girl. Suddenly, I realized that I was only bitter because I was imagining a *boy* baby in there sucking the life out of me. Ever since I found out it was a girl I've been all peaceful and smiley. Truly I disgust myself.