Babies

I LOVE babies. They are adorable and grow up to be adults, like us. Many of our friends have recently been blessed with having children, some even two at a time. Children are a blessing and sometimes a pregnancy is planned and other times it's not. However, children born to "normal" parents are loved and cared for, regardless.

Lately, I feel that EVERYONE around me is either raising a child, having a baby, is preggers or the very least talking about it. I even had a dream about it. Maybe it's the universe telling me it's time, but what's the rush?

Granted, I always wanted to be a young mom, but 25 and 27 is not a huge difference. Thirty is young (contrary to what I thought at twenty). You can't plan for the unexpected and I want to be a mom, but I want a career and a house and a life first, while I'm still young.

(Shit, just realized that I never hit send on Fri)...since the writing of this post I've ooohd and ahhhd, fed and burped :)

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