Baby Crazy

It feels like everyone in the world is having a baby.

Sharmaine sends me pictures of Bennett, a miracle baby as she was told by many doctors that she would most likely never conceive. My old friend Scott informs me on Facebook that he is now expecting and I find out on SJ's FB wall that her brother has just had his first, born into this world only yesterday. Charlie, newly moved to Houston with wife Chantelle, sends me an email with his new contact info and baby pictures and Enid-Raye and Bryce, buddies from CSL, shop around photos of Enid's beautiful bump. My ex Ryan can't help but email several updates of his baby Julia and Mark, who plays my husband in Murder on the Nile, announced a couple of weeks ago, that he and his wife are expecting their second. Christian, a college pal, will be welcoming his first into the world any day now and Kim from elementary school is adopting a baby girl from China.

And I am only getting started.

It is wild. Is it another baby boom or is my 30 year old uterus just noting all these infants with sharper than normal spidey-senses? Today at supper, I was driving along and almost crashed into a telephone pole because I saw a woman pull this beautiful baby out of a stroller. Who am I? I never used to be this girl! You know the kind, the kind that gets all soppy and sappy at the site of babies and secretly wishes to be pregnant. The truth is that I am not even remotely in a place in my life to have a baby. In fact, if all goes well, I will possibly have an IUD in place by the end of June. I might be in love, but am not convinced that Leon is daddy material and sometimes I am such a neurotic mess that I am pretty sure I would be a terrible mother.

And yet, and yet. I feel like I am missing out. My heart aches to shop at Babies'R'Us and longs to decorate a nursery. Like it or not I have become one of those girls. Now, I just gotta figure out my life a bit more so that a baby could possibly fit into it. Perfect. That should only take another 8 or 9 or or or..oh, who am I kidding?

Damned clock.