Life is Swell

Today I spent the day in bed.
You know, sick stuff.

And yet I still feel as if I could write that book.
Because I have 14,000 things to be happy about.

Life is beautiful.
School is fabulous.
I got a lovely job.
I have amazing friends
{I mean, my mom has to scratch my back when I'm throwing up. But Jessica? What a gal.}
I have two wonderful parents.
I have 3 amazing brothers.
I have a pile of books by my bed.
I have everything I'll ever need.




Besides a baby.
I still want a baby.
One that looks like this:

{ignore my creepy overly excited face that one}

or this:

Mommy Type Stuff

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Today I was bombarded by things that made me want to be a mom. I mean, we all know that I want to have like, a million babies. But I'm usually pretty good at putting those baby thoughts in The Future compartment in my head. Today, I wanted to fast forward to The Future. I'd be ok skipping The Present. It hasn't been nice to me lately.

Blogs like this one make me antsy for True Love and Baby.

The City Sage somehow thought that posting pictures like these were a good idea. Now I want a nursery. Like in Peter Pan? Yes. That fireplace is too good.


Then, I was at the library and this little girl walks up. She couldn't have been more than 3, with jet black hair, bangs and pigtails, and mismatched striped shirt and pants. With her cute little round face, she climbs up onto the comfy seat I'm sitting on under the window. She stands on her tiptoes and looks out the window, about to climb up, but then notices the sign and hesitatingly reads to me, "Please do not sit on window." She plopped down and asked me my name, introducing herself as Grace. It was the hardest thing in the world not to take that little one home.

Today, I am ready.

Opinionated

After yet another run in with someone about midwifery/natural childbirth, let me state my opinion and then I promise to leave it alone if you do.

I believe that my body was made to bear children. I do not believe that birth is a medical emergency, but a natural process that does not require labor management or intervention unless there is a medical reason to do so (aka unless there's something really wrong). The end.

Baby Names

In the spirit of my baby hunger
(I seriously think about how much I want one at least 3 times a day)
and copying Heather, here are some of my favorite baby names.
Yes, I know that I have no use for them at the moment.
I don't care.
But, I like games.
And this is just another game.
Out of the following names, you get to figure out which I really like and which I loathe.

Post edit: I forgot to clarify. I love all these names except for 3 boy names and 3 girl.

Girls:

Emma
Jane
Megan
Elizabeth
Penelope
Abigail
Diane
Lucy
Claire
Ophelia
Briony
Elinor
Zoe

Boys:

Nathaniel
Lance
Joseph
Henry
Anthony
Elijah
Bastien
Kai
Talmage
Seamus
Isaac
Todd
Benjamin
Phineas
Ethan
Emery
Jacob

Good luck. I highly doubt that anyone will get 100%. Please prove me wrong.

Disclaimer: I apologize if your name is any of the ones that I do not like. Please place the blame accordingly on your parents.

Order and Toilet Paper

Since I need some sort of order in my hectic life, I think I'm going to start with my blog.
So... Mondays are going to be A-Z and Thursdays in the month of November are going to be Thankful. That's the plan.

Also, remember how I'm kind of a nanny?
Well, let me tell you about Baby's new favorite food: toilet paper, dipped in the toilet and chewed on until I come and make him spit it out.
Disgusting, but he runs into the bathroom every time someone leaves the door open.
I have found him on more than one occasion dipping wads of paper into the toilet and then putting them in his mouth.
I am gagging just thinking about it.
I don't know why things like that appeal to one year old little boys.

Wedding Invites

Yes, I know it is too early to be thinking of such things. Yes, I know that I haven't been on a date in over a year. This means nothing to me. Blame Etsy if you are really desperate. They sent me the email, ya know.
My reasoning is, that when the right man finally comes along, I won't have to have a 10 year engagement to prepare for a wedding. I have everything. 6 weeks and I am done. Ok, it will probably be like 3 mos. but you get the idea. Anyhoo, I just noticed that those invitations are kind of girlie for a Brian and Mark. Are those common last names? Weird.

And while we're on the topic of marriage, I had a kind of interesting conversation yesterday...
Somehow I was talking about cute babies with some friends (surprise!) and I mentioned that I am in love love love with babies. They are just so cute! I said something about wanting to have a baby in the next 5 years. Is that ok? Apparently not. Someone thought there was something wrong with me for wanting to get started on a family soon. For the record, 25 is not old. Not at all. And yes, I do have life plans. I've never made a secret of the fact that basically, I'm on my way to Australia. I want to finish school. 2 years. I want to go to Australia. 1-2 years. I want to meet a man somewhere in there and get married and have a family. 1-2 years. This evens out to about 5 years. I am so grateful for the examples of Emily and Becca and Nienie and C. Jane and women like them who are unafraid to fall in love and have families and babies, some of who have done it all before the age of 25. Because I am not ashamed that I want a family. A big one. And that I want to fall in love with an incredible man and get married.

And there is nothing wrong with that.

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Babies and Taco Bell

No...time...to...blog...

Ugh, children. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I love being single more. I am so exhausted at the end of each day that I fall into bed at nine. But while my body is tired, my mind has no clue what an early bedtime is. So I lie there. And then the alarm rings at six ("alarm" is code name for "baby" and "ring" is code for "hollering"). Let it be known: I am suddenly happy to be single. Men, stay away! You only get girls pregnant and that is unacceptable. I am happy to be able to lay in bed till 9:00 am if I want. I am happy going to bed at 2:00 am, watching X-Files till late and making midnight Taco Bell runs (because that is what next semester is going to be full of. Woot!) I am happy spending an hour on my hair and makeup each morning. Yes, I know. It will be different when the children are mine. True, but these things won't be differnt: naptimes, bedtimes, mealtimes. These things don't change. Neither do dirty diapers and baths and boo boos and complaining about me not letting them watch TV. So, I am single, and proud. At nineteen, I should be.

I Want a Baby

This one, to be exact.