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tamara_russoAbigail, my cousin, is here for the afternoon. I made us both some pasta and we sat down to eat, and the conversation got around to having kids.
Me: "I don't want any biological kids. I'm going to adopt, but not give birth."
Abigail: "Why? Are you afraid of the pain? Or are you afraid of your body getting distorted?"
Me: "No, it's not that, even though with my boobs..."
Abigail: [Loughing] "Yeah, I can imagine a baby trying to breastfeed off of one, thinking - 'Man, I'm not that thirsty!!!'"
Both of us: [die laughing]
Me: "I don't want any biological kids. I'm going to adopt, but not give birth."
Abigail: "Why? Are you afraid of the pain? Or are you afraid of your body getting distorted?"
Me: "No, it's not that, even though with my boobs..."
Abigail: [Loughing] "Yeah, I can imagine a baby trying to breastfeed off of one, thinking - 'Man, I'm not that thirsty!!!'"
Both of us: [die laughing]