Babies
They say a woman's clock starts to click.
Well, I do not have a clock in my uterus; i have a cookoo clock. and instead of it chiming "cookoo. cookoo" once on the hour, every hour, it chimes "Babbbies! Babbbies!" pretty much constantly. or it chimes: "Nearly 23 and you need a baby" or something that rhymes with baby and for some reason only the word baby comes from my uterous but no actual physical baby and this reproducing urge has driven me to tears and what the heck is this overwhelming need to hold something squirmy in a swaddling cloth????!
I freakin want a baby so bad. I prayed for babies to magically appear at my window. And there were 3 little eggs in my window sill! And then I had to throw the babies that God gave me back out of my window because I realized they were not warm blooded creatures but some sort of spider or reptile.
Seriously, I see pregnant woman and I touch my stomach and start wishing that a baby would just magically form there. I see babies everywhere I go. And I want them all. Because they are squishy and smell like babysmell and are so freakin cute and drooly and chubby and God why do I not have babies right now!?
I have a turkey baster and father set up for May of 2010. But that is two freakin years away and then it is really almost 3 years away cuz you have to be pregnant for 9 months and I want squishy babies RIGHT NOW!
But I cannot afford a squishy baby until George graduates at the above stated date because for some reason medieval literature is not a money making field...