You know what’s a really effective birth control? The economy. Nothing makes my ovaries shrivel up more than reading about job losses or interest rates or my monthly credit card statements. I have been trying to figure out how I am going to pay down all my consumer debt and I think I can feasibly do it, but it would mean not having baby number 2. Consumer debt is a fancy way to sum up all the necessary trips I made to Target, unnecessary purchases I made at The Limited, and all the bills I had while I was staying at home with Nathan.
My job has amazing benefits, but it does not have paid maternity leave. I can apply vacation time and sick leave to cover the first few weeks, but once that’s dried up, I’m left to use my paltry savings (which are muy pequeno!) and my backup plan: selling Precious Moments cross-stiching on Etsy or my backup-backup plan: hooking.
I’ve cashed my reality check and I know this: twelve weeks without a paycheck would cause me to go even more into debt because credit card companies don’t take payment in Anne Geddes-style newborn photos or sonatas performed on the world’s smallest violin.
And another, more selfish reason to reneg on my baby-making plans is that I want to get an MBA. In addition to
weeping over reviewing my finances, I have been calculating my career strategy. While I appreciate my current position, I have hit the ceiling in terms of salary and I know that to truly have any kind of upward mobility in my field, I will need a graduate degree. It’s comforting to know that I can achieve this with very little out-of-pocket expenses. And I’ll be even more awesome at Jeopardy.
Surprisingly, I’m not sad about this decision. I can always have a baby later. I’m 25 and I figure I still have a few more years before my junk goes bad. And I’m sure the father of Nathan’s half-brother or half-sister will still want me. (I told this joke to Mike, and HE DID NOT FIND IT FUNNY. WHATEVER, FATHER TIME!)
But this really means that I won’t be pregnant and I can go to BlogHer ’09! I have to apologize to Crystal because if she chooses me as her roommate, she will learn that not only do I snore, but when I sleep, I look just like Terri Schiavo. Attractive!
BlogHer ’09 In Real Life