Oh the ticking! Can you hear it? [And BTW, if my husband is reading my blog he has already broken a sweat!]
The confounding thing about the biological clock is that in my brain - I do not want to have another baby. I am a perfectly logical (most of the time) gal. I have a 12 year old - kind, wonderful, healthy, smart, only child - son. TWELVE. In 6 years he will be out of high school and heading to college. If I had another baby now, he or she would be starting kindergarten when my boy is graduating. Also, I have a craft room. A baby would make that disappear in a snap. And, I sleep ALL.NIGHT.LONG! And,though I have to deal with stinky dog breath and a farting 12 year old, there are no nasty diapers to really stink up the house. Potty training! Every living thing in this house has that down!
So, why is it that...
everytime I see a sweet little babe I want to cuddle it and kiss on it and sniff its little chubby neck...and slip it into my bag and take it home with me?? Yesterday I even daydreamed about getting woken in the middle of the night and playing with a toothless, grinning bundle of lusciousness. sigh
Virgil, go dab the sweat. It will be out of my system soon. I hope.