My cousin's daughter turned one month old yesterday. Sadly, I was unable to make it to the celebration because I had art teacher training.

Ever since Avril's (that's her name - it's French for April, the month she was born) birth, in addition to seeing many babies and children at the hospital over the month, I have been wanting a child.

Don't ask why. Ask me if I wanted one months back and I would have fervently shaken my head and emit a very loud "NO THANKS!" Because I had always thought that kids were full of trouble. They cry, they wail, and if you don't take of them properly, they turn into brats. The sound of a child throwing a tantrum was enough to make me want to point a gun at it. Harsh, but I really used to think that children were not for me.

My best friend, on the other hand, used to think I was nuts for not wanting a child. She even thought that I was selfish for wanting to spend my money on other things other than raising a child. I had, and still have, very good reasons for not wanting kids in my life. And believe me they aren't selfish. Sometimes, some people are just not keen to have a kid.

But anyway, I told the boyfriend how much I would love to have kids now. Not too many, of course, but definitely enough to constitute a family.

"I'll give you four when the time is right," He joked. Or at least, I hope he was joking.

And while I'm starting to love kids like hell, the best friend is going nuts with the thought of kids because of the countless times she had to take care of them during art lessons. Hahahahhahahaa. The irony!!