It’s too late for me, obviously, but you could save yourself.
Nota bene:
*Maternity pants do not look quite right with the art uniform.
*Morning sickness does not mix well with photo chemistry. Plus, using a ventilator mask only exacerbates the feeling that you are being invaded by aliens.
*It’s unwieldy and uncomfortable to schlepp lights, view cameras, tripods, stands, drawing boards, toolboxes, and power packs around with a basketball-sized babe lodged in your uterus.
*Being surrounded by photo students means you are pretty much guaranteed to see your child’s birth canal plastered all over somebody’s senior thesis show. That’s right. Imagine standing in a room full of 20 year olds staring at your vagina blown up to 30 x 40. Awkward.
*It is impossible to care about footnoting properly when suffering from post-partum depression.
*Babies do not amuse themselves and/or sleep soundly just because you have a gigantic critique the next day. EVEN WHEN YOU ASK NICELY.
*6 hour studio classes mean you have to sit on the nasty floor of the bathroom and pump during the break.
There are loads of other reasons, the most heinous of which I have gladly repressed. On the other hand, a baby provides a cheap and available model for many of your projects, and lots of sleep-deprived angst to channel into something creative. If you can drag school out for a few extra years, it just might work for you. Besides, during those moments when they’re not tired, cranky, hungry, or expelling something from one end or the other, babies are really quite charming.
Bad Parenting 101 