If there was any doubt that I'm not ready to have children yet, an incident today certainly proves that to be true.
I took my 4-legged son Buckeye to the vet for his annual exam. Everything was going fine, and then the doctor pulled out a needle to draw his blood. I started thinking, "You're going to do this in front of me??" Oh god. I started feeling queasy, so I took off my winter coat and hat. Still felt sick as I saw the needle going in, so I sat down. Then the all-to-familiar feeling of starting to black out before I pass out hit me like a ton of bricks. I told the vet and the vet tech, "I think I'm going to pass out." Knowing my likely fate of waking up on the concrete floor, I ran out of the room and outside, hoping the 32-degree air hitting my face would make everything better.
I'm sure Buckeye was like, "Um, excuse me, Mom? Where are you going? These men are Ow! Sticking me with sharp, Ow!"
Luckily I maintained consciousness, and the nice vet brought me some water, in a Dixie cup, of course. After a couple of minutes I felt better, and walked back into the office with everyone's eyes on me.
When I went back into the room, the vet said, "Don't worry, that happens quite a bit because it's a small room and you're witnessing a medical procedure." True, but for most people it probably happens when their blood is being drawn, not their Chihuahua's.
Side note: Today's exam was $175, and the vet recommends a $450 dollar teeth cleaning, so I couldn't even afford kids if I wanted them.