No, not me.
Wouldn’t that suck if some you (who I know in my real life) found out this way? How terrible!
Everyone else has one though. A bun in the oven I mean. Seriously, if I count on my hands how many people I know who have a baby on the way, or have just had one in the last month, I make it almost to the end of my second hand!
I say ugh not because I’m disturbed by the baby boom (I enjoy it, actually) but because I’m not participating in it.
I guess I just want to know that if I did get pregnant “accidently” (I use quotes because I don’t believe in accidents) that it wouldn’t be a fatherless child for the first few months (or years, as the army owns my husband for the next 6) of its life.
I know that there’s always the urge when other women around you are pregnant, but I’ve known that I wanted to be a mom since I got my first younger sibling at the ripe old age of 1 year and 11 months. For real. I love kids.
For now I’ll just have to be satisfied with the babies that will surround me in the coming months. Although, I know I won’t be truly satisfied because it’ll just be second best to one of my own.
I sound like such an ingrate. I hate feeling this way because I couldn’t be happier for (some of) the people who I know are pregnant.
You know that little saying that other people’s kids are always better because you get to give them back at the end of the day?
That’s not me. I would love to keep them.
Those of you who I babysit for are probably re-thinking your decision now, huh?