“Fever – in the morning, fever all through the night”
– Fever by Peggy Lee
I’ve got a fever and it isn’t one you can read on a thermometer, the fever I’ve got is baby fever. Oh and it’s real. Seriously.
I feel like EVERYONE around me is either getting engaged or getting pregnant or having babies. Does anyone else feel like this? Now I don’t feel that inexplicable urge to walk down the aisle, aka wedding fever, but I’ve been overcome lately with that inexplicable urge to have a baby. A mini-me or a mini-whoever.
Do I really want a baby? No. Do I think I’m old enough or mature enough for one? Nope. Am I ready to put everything I want to do on hold for a munchkin? Not yet. Do I think I would be a good mom? Well, heck yes! But my point is that my brain knows I don’t want a baby but my
uterus heart is like ummmm excuse me let’s get on this popping out little humans thing!
I mean I held that itty bitty in the above picture on the 4th of July courtesy of Tom’s cousin, I held another teeny weenie at a wedding we went to over the summer, and Tom’s sister is about to pop with twins! Who I will probably not put down over Thanksgiving! Plus there was the whole Duchess of Cambridge and Prince George thing… yeah. Babies, babies, BABIES!
What is up?!
Maybe I just need to babysit a baby for a week or so to cool down this fever. Anyone have a small child they need help watching? Wow that sounded super creepy. I guess I will just have to solider through and feed the fever with holding the twins in November.
Anyone else feeling the baby fever?