I've spent some time watching my friend's two month old little boy. Even though her baby is an exceptionally mellow infant, spending this much time with him is doing one thing, it's making me hit the snooze button on that biological clock. Don't let anyone fool you. Under that cute exterior, babies are a lot of work and require a great deal of energy to keep them entertained, let alone having their basic biological needs taken care of. My friends tell me having a baby causes you to recalibrate your "disgusting scale." Babies are messy and stinky and horrible things come out of every orifice and apparently you just get used to it and it's supposedly not so gross. I've spent a good deal of time with this nice baby and I still find these things nasty and gag-reflex inducing. I don't want to get used to it. At some point, I think having a child would be a good idea. It is the one great social experiment of your own design. Everyone has their own opinions and advice on how to raise a child, even people who never plan on having children often have strong opinions on the subject. But an afternoon or two spent with a needy infant gives me pause. "Do I really want this?" I find myself asking. I love being an aunt and am generally great with kids, however, I do love handing said kid back over to mom and being able to enjoy my self and my husband in our hedonistic quest through life together. I'll hit that snooze button and wait, we have quite a few years left to decide.