6.30.2009

My fever...


That's right. I have baby fever. I have always loved children and wanted to birth my own, but this is getting ridiculous. Lindsay keeps telling me to cool my jets and wait it out and then in a few years when her "financial clock" is ready, I can start making babies. It's like torture, I swear. Good thing I can't just pull a "whoopsy!!" and get pregnant. It's pretty much like a dream at this point and I fantasize about it everyday. It's a sad situation when I read blogs about a mother's love for her children, and I end up teary-eyed (and maybe just a little green with envy) just thinking about how amazing it must feel to be a mother and feel that kind of love.

Coincidentally, I work with a young lady (Sarah) who recently found out she is pregnant. I think I was happier than she was (the hubby and her had NO DESIRE to have kids, but didn't play it safe...so to speak) when she made the big announcement. Everyday that she comes to work I ask her a million billion questions about what it's like being pregnant. They find out the sex of the baby this Thursday. I cannot wait to know as well!

So, I dunno if this is just something that happens to women my age or just to women that WANT children or what the deal is. All I know is that I LOVE babies and I'm in awe over them to the point that it is almost overwhelming. Not too far from now, Lindsay will be done with school, we can move away and start the process. It's so exciting to me. I cannot wait to experience the love and bond that are between a mother and child. One of these days I will know....and then I can cut the "baby fever" crap out. Until then, expect to hear random stories of my baby obsession.


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