I want a baby.
I’ve wanted one for the past few years.
My good friend recently gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and I’m extra baby craving now.
John keeps telling me we’re not ready…PSHAW!!!
So what if we’re not married (or even officially engaged) yet, so what if we don’t have enough savings, so what if we are still pursuing our education and so what if we are renting a one-bedroom apartment in the city…
My clock is a tickin’ I’m turning 29 in September and only have a few more years of prime quality eggs!! LOL
Besides, there will never be a perfect time to start a family. If he had it his way we’d wait till he finishes med school, and that’s what…10 years away!! Grrrr. No Gracias!
So now I’m just torturing myself reading baby blogs and looking at pictures of happy families and daydreaming of the day I get to start my own. I keep picturing John as a dad (he’d be a great one, he’s incredible with his niece and nephews), thinking about being pregnant and how we’d handle it, thinking about having just one or two or a big family, daydreaming about the first step, first word, first day at school, potty training, breast feeding, reading to him/her, teaching him/her everything we can….all of it…
Hmmm….maybe I’ll find a picture of a positive pregnancy test online and stick it up on my visualization board. I’m only serious.
The baby bug has bitten me….I don’t mind it….yet….
I just want a baby! OOOPS!! What I meant was… I DESERVE to raise a happy family!