- Survived the constant probing questions (When are you going to have kids of your own? Are you thinking about having kids?)
- Survived the task of remembering the names of about half a dozen of little humans my friends produced over the last 12 months!!!!
- Survived buying ever more presents to these bunch of babies - damn, why are these people so productive? Shall I get some puppies and insist my friends buy my puppies presents? I will get one puppy whenever someone produce another kid.
- Survived the chocolates, cakes, and the inbuilt instinct for fattening food in this extremely cold weather. My weight stayed where it was in November! Good or bad? That, itself was a great achievement!
- Survived helping Mum surviving her problem- people asking her about her grandchildren. She has none. My dear younger brother, being ever supportive, saved me by offering to donate sperm to sperm banks all around the world if Mum feel a really strong need/responsibility/animal instint to ensure the preservation of her genetic materials by constantly nagging me to have kids. One night stands could also contribute to the achievement of that mission too. Mum shut up, of course. My brother is a darling and a genius! Hahaaaaa
- Survived not divulging too much details to Mum about how bad my situation is, no matter how much she nags, and how it hurts. She can't help me, and can only worry about me.
February is here, and spring will soon arrive. I really look forward to spring, but can't help realising that it only takes a few more springs before the window of opportunity is totally gone for good. Lose weight, lose weight! These are the last springs of my reproductive self.
