Basically, I want a baby. I want to carry a child. I want to be someone's "momma." This is something that is hard for me to admit, as I have told everyone that children aren't for me. I think that the fact that I want a child, no, that I covet a child means that I am simply some cliche that I swore I would never become. I never believed in a "biological clock" until now. I know that now is not the time for Bobby and I to have a baby. I understand that. I just want a baby. Our baby. My baby.
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