Let's get straight to the point. Kids are annoying.

They're tiny humans who have little to no empathy and throw unnecessary fits and tantrums because they don't understand how the world works. While I understand babies have no other way of communicating, they wail and it makes my heart hurt (and it's a little irritating TBH) not knowing what I can do to help. They may be adorable and can say some pretty hilarious stuff once in a while but nothing can outweigh all the crying, back talk, and changing of the diapers in my eyes.

"But you were a kid once." Thanks for stating the obvious. I was and I know I was infuriating, I was an absolute little sh*t because I hear it from my older siblings and cousins on a daily basis. I was the baby so everything that I did wrong, I blamed on them and everyone believed me. If I did get caught and ended up getting punished, it wasn't too harsh. I threw screaming fits until someone else would clean up my messes and I was the bossiest little girl in the world. If I didn't get exactly my way, you would never hear the end of it.

While I do enjoy babysitting children (especially my nephew), I also love handing them back to their parents. Being a parent is a full-time job and they don't get to hand them off to whomever when they need a breather. They have to make constant sacrifices, big or small, for the good of the child and must always put them first. Not to mention the nagging worry if something has happened to your spawn. I have things in my career and in my personal life that I would love to accomplish, none of them including giving birth to and/or raising a child. I live my life for me and I really do not want to look after a little half-version of me.

Why would I bring a child into this world if I know I am not going to give them one hundred percent?

I've seen my sister after giving birth and it was a wreck. She claimed that she didn't feel like herself in her own body and this may be a tad too much information but they had to stitch her up in unspeakable places where she had ripped. The weight she had gained from the baby seemed almost impossible to lose. She was exhausted and tended to a newborn while she was still in extreme pain. She felt alone even though she had all of the company in the world, a result of postpartum depression. Honestly, I applaud anyone who does this and gets through it, you're a superhero to me.

I cannot see myself as someone's mom. While I do like to think that I am a caretaker and am always there for my friends and family in need, I could not do it 24/7 for a child. My best friend and I have already agreed if things don't go to plan, I will be carrying her child to term. I can still experience the "miracle" of childbirth. I guarantee that I will not reflect upon my life when I am old and frail, regretful that I did not have children. I will have made a legacy for myself completing other goals and making my mark on this world in a different way.

Call me immature, miserable, I don't care. This isn't an article to convince you not to have children. If you want to be a parent then go for it. It's me telling people that I most likely won't have kids and to get over it. I like being the cool aunt.