Baby, oh baby!

Seems everybody is having babies.  Everywhere you look you see another pregnant woman and millions of tiny people running around with snot hanging from their noses.  Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE children.  At times, I consider myself one.  I just find that most of the people my age are living life in a zombie-like, sleep deprived state of being due to these little beings that occupy their every moment.  And I find myself being everybody’s favorite Aunt, which means I get to babysit, wear stain resistant clothes, and start every conversation with “Sweetheart”, “Baby”, or “Don’t Do That!”. I used to regard my friends as fairly intelligent beings… but now it’s all about the best preschools, mommy-and-me yoga, play dates, and discussions on what not to say in front of the children.

Obviously, I don’t have children.  I have lots of experience with them… maybe that’s why I don’t have them.  Do cats count?  If so, I have 2 feline babies and I didn’t gain a pound in the process.  Now that’s being smart, sweetheart!Image

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