So, um......

We're having a child.  It was confirmed yesterday by the folks at Planned Parethood, and Amy is due to poop this puppy out in late October.

I don't really know what to make of this.  I really don't like kids, and the idea of parenting isn't very attractive to me at all.  I know people continually say it's different when it's your own child, that you love it and stuff so you're willing to overlook it crapping continually in a diaper you have to handle, and so forth.  I still wonder if this isn't more a result of social stigma, under which you have to appear to love your child or be hated by the world, rather than truth.  Also, I have no doubts that this child will not be cute in any sense, apparently unlike every other child ever born (which I also think is a lie... you must think your child is cute apparently, even when he/she definitely is not), given the fact that I've provided my genes.

I know there are some people laughing out there right now, at the thought of me with a child, engaging with the cruelest of bitter ironies.  I know there are at least a couple who are absolutely mortified at the damage I'll inflict upon this child.  Both of these are valid reactions.  I just have no reaction to contribute at this point.  Just know that this, to me, again apparently unlike everyone else ever, is definitely not a happy development at this point.

I suppose I'll come around.  Right now, it's just one more thing in a stressful time, one more problem I don't need.  I guess it's a good thing I'm getting a job in August (though, the where component is still definitely in question)....