Knowing me, mine has Swiss precision...
Over the past couple of days I've been fighting this niggling thought in my head...
and it's going to blow everyone's mind!
I want babies. The clock finally started working...it's not booming in my ear or anything, but it's definitely working.I've finally come to an affirmative decision on the matter. I've been holding my friends' babies with envy...that never happened before, maybe awe but never this.It's a nice but frightening thought, but at the moment it's just a thought.
But don't worry (um especially you John since you're the only person who would really worry about this post, I'm not talking about having your baby) I'm not planning on having one tomorrow...or probably ever at this rate, for one thing I've been on the pill for 14 years! I need another income, someone to love me first and I need to get to get out of the country and do a little world exploration (or at least some in country exploration) before I make a life commitment, but it's nice to know I want them...or one. One would be fine.
This post freaked me out to write it, and I'm wondering if my mom's phone call has anything to do with finally putting the thoughts that have been going through my head on paper...or blog so to speak.
and it's going to blow everyone's mind!
I want babies. The clock finally started working...it's not booming in my ear or anything, but it's definitely working.I've finally come to an affirmative decision on the matter. I've been holding my friends' babies with envy...that never happened before, maybe awe but never this.It's a nice but frightening thought, but at the moment it's just a thought.
But don't worry (um especially you John since you're the only person who would really worry about this post, I'm not talking about having your baby) I'm not planning on having one tomorrow...or probably ever at this rate, for one thing I've been on the pill for 14 years! I need another income, someone to love me first and I need to get to get out of the country and do a little world exploration (or at least some in country exploration) before I make a life commitment, but it's nice to know I want them...or one. One would be fine.
This post freaked me out to write it, and I'm wondering if my mom's phone call has anything to do with finally putting the thoughts that have been going through my head on paper...or blog so to speak.
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