Traveling wins, simply by being poop-free.

Babies are annoying. Just kidding. They are adorable little human beings, who cry when they want their way. 

I know I was a baby at one time, but I’m 100% sure that having one isn’t for me. My wanderlust has taken over and I can’t help but pursue my dream of travel rather than a family. You want to know why? Well, I confess 3 reasons why traveling beats the future of having a baby.

Two’s a crowd

Booking tickets are already a hassle for one person, so imagine having to find two. Besides traveling, a baby is an automatic plus one to events, dinners, functions, and extracurricular activities.

Finding a babysitter whether in advance or at the last minute is an added chore I can live without.

It may sound selfish to choose material experiences over a human baby. But, isn’t it my choice after all?

Being one of 6 children, I’ve witnessed the ins and outs of caring for babies. And, not to seem too pessimistic, but children are not what they crack up to be.

I’m having a baby, but her name is traveling. My mini-me would have to wait until the next lifetime.

Experiences or baby diapers? 

Experiences for 500, please!

I’ve never changed a baby’s diaper. And, I don’t want to because let’s be honest, it’s disgusting.

It begins with a baby who whines and has obviously wet or messed his or her pants. Notice his or her face, and definitely smell the stench in the air.

You’d have to remove the soggy diaper with two hands. One hand to lift the baby, and the other to snatch and discard the dirty pamper.

Then, you’ll have to clean him or her using baby wipes.  How messy the baby depends on a few factors: type of food eaten and duration between bowel movements.

Once a clean pamper is on the baby, then history repeats itself a few hours later.

Traveling wins, simply by being poop-free.

Taking vacation when needed

The only screaming and kicking that’ll happen will be when I hop on a flight to anywhere.

Traveling beats the future of having a baby because vacation days can be planned and taken accordingly. When I take time off, it truly means off. There’s no uncertainty with how I can spend my days. If I plan it, then I will do it.

Having a baby is sort of having a second job. As part of the contract, paid time off is not included.  

Motherhood is unpredictable, draining, selfless, and consuming. I’m 28 years old and freedom to go where I want and when is important to me.

I’m the only baby I want to spoil with trips to Turks and Caicos or cruises off the coast of Spain.

I can go anywhere and focus on my immediate need to relax and rejuvenate from life’s battles.

Traveling is in itself a baby. I just choose to fly with mine than to give birth to one.

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