I think my biological clock just started ticking. Seriously. I’m 28 years old, and I have suddenly and inexplicably starting fantasizing, obsessing and even dreaming about babies.
I’ve started reading memoirs about nannies and motherhood and blogs written by moms. Every baby I pass on the street is cuter than the last; I coo and wave into their strollers. I think about babies all the time, as well as baby names: Oliver, Sophie, Zoe (with an umlaut).
Has this happened to any of you?!
(Just the cutest photo ever via Nie Nie. Don’t you love how babies’ feet are always perpendicular?)