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Kids. A whole lot of my friends, most of Melba's friends and even a few of my cow-orkers have had kids in the last year or so, and because of it, I've become burnt out on kids. I'm tired of hearing about pregnancy, breast feeding, sleepless nights, teething, all of it. Yes, I realize that I'm being a bah humbug asshole to my friends who are going through a life-changing experience, and I should be happier than I am for them, but I just can't do it. I just can't get excited about children and I'm having a tough time even feigning interest anymore.

I apologize to my kid-endowed friends. I can't help it. I just don't want kids, am not interested in kids, and with few exceptions, I don't even like kids. Even when I hang out with kids I do like, I am grateful for the fact that when I go home, the kids do not follow.