I have been surrounded by babies lately. With new arrivals in both families (mine & Chad’s) in the past week, chatting with a pregnant cousin over the weekend, and a visit at work from a former employee (I have her old job) and her little boy, I can’t escape the baby craze.
Not that I mind. There’s nothing sweeter than snuggling a tiny baby, and nothing funnier than a little baby belly laugh. But it’s making me wish I had one too. I do (kind of) wish that Chad & I had had a baby. I can’t imagine trying to raise a child on my own though. And there are days when I’m feeling particularly selfish or lazy or sad that I’m glad that we didn’t. Parenthood is such a massive responsibility; I just can’t imagine taking it on by myself.
I’m beginning to hear a faint ticking in the back of my head. I’m too young for my biological clock to be ticking, right?