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When I was about 18, I had baby lust so badly I feared to be around other people's babies because I thought I might kidnap them. Then, mysteriously, my baby lust started to fade, and by the time my half-sister was born, I was pretty much over the whole concept. And then (I apologize to you if you ever read this, Elena) Elena was such a terrible baby (really, sorry, but you were - you were really cute, though) with all the screaming and the crying and the "why does it take her an hour to eat" and again with the screaming and the not sleeping... well, basically, I guess I should just be grateful for the five years of extra respite she gave me from my baby lust.
Unfortunately, Elena has been getting bigger and cuter and less screamy (plus I don't get to see her that often), and about a year ago I became friends with a woman who has a young son (he'll be 3 in January). This young man is, unfortunately for me, ridiculously cute. Even with my "Oh no, please don't let him touch me; I know he'll be sticky" (all babies and toddlers are sticky, all the time. it is a known property of the universe) attitude, he somehow managed to slowly start winning me over, and in the last twelve months, I have been thawing.
In September I started having dreams about being pregnant. Like, good dreams. Not nightmares. It was creepy.
In October I actually asked to hold another friend's toddler.
Yeah. Look at that. I'm smiling. Like I'm happy to be holding a small person.
What happened!!??
Well, the friend with the first toddler (the one I blame for melting my icy heart) just had a second baby. I got to visit him on Sunday, when he was six days old, and ... well. He was a very good baby.
I held him for about three hours and he barely even fussed. He was all small and cute and sleepy and he had these little tiny hands and ears...
I give in. I'm waving the white flag. I have baby lust again.
Disclaimer: This is in no way intended to make anyone think I am, or am attempting to become, pregnant. I assure you no such thing is occurring.
Unfortunately, Elena has been getting bigger and cuter and less screamy (plus I don't get to see her that often), and about a year ago I became friends with a woman who has a young son (he'll be 3 in January). This young man is, unfortunately for me, ridiculously cute. Even with my "Oh no, please don't let him touch me; I know he'll be sticky" (all babies and toddlers are sticky, all the time. it is a known property of the universe) attitude, he somehow managed to slowly start winning me over, and in the last twelve months, I have been thawing.
In September I started having dreams about being pregnant. Like, good dreams. Not nightmares. It was creepy.
In October I actually asked to hold another friend's toddler.
Yeah. Look at that. I'm smiling. Like I'm happy to be holding a small person.
What happened!!??
Well, the friend with the first toddler (the one I blame for melting my icy heart) just had a second baby. I got to visit him on Sunday, when he was six days old, and ... well. He was a very good baby.
I held him for about three hours and he barely even fussed. He was all small and cute and sleepy and he had these little tiny hands and ears...
I give in. I'm waving the white flag. I have baby lust again.
Disclaimer: This is in no way intended to make anyone think I am, or am attempting to become, pregnant. I assure you no such thing is occurring.
