Oh lord my Uterus

So I spend a good portion of the days reading the archives on my favorite ladies’ blogs. I love hearing their stories and their struggles and their triumphs and all the stuff in between. Here’s the problem though… Sometimes

My uterus want baby.

The blogs I read are about moms, the interesting lives of being moms, being women while being moms, the joys of vomit all over a car seat, the creativity of jiggling a baby while rocking another two with your toes so that they’ll all just shut the hell up already. It’s incredibly interesting. Then I go to my blog and I think “What the fuck am I supposed to write about?”

“Today we came home from work, fed the cats, ate too much food while watching DVDs of TV series that we like, and went to bed at 8:00. Oh, and I picked at my face for a while”

That, my friends, is the good life. But it don’t make fer much interesting reading. I’m at the all-cat-talk-all-the-time stage, which is cool and all, but there’s only so much I can go on about how Cody was in an horrific mood over the weekend and Jackson is digging a secret hole to China in the backyard. Plus, baaaabies.

So sometimes I’ll spend a few hours reading about kids, and though the writers of these blogs may be like “Why the hell would my explosive vomit, and extreme pregnancy congestion stories make you want a baby?” Well, damnit, sometimes it does. Sometimes by good friend Uterus whispers yank that IUD out baby, and get biizzay.

Not that I’m gonna. Fuck no I’m not gonna. I’m way too selfish right now. We’ve been married for 6 months, and have been dodging the daily “HAVE BABIES NOW” calls from Hubs’ mother since we started dating. We are financially barely getting food in our mouths, and the kitties gaping feed-holes, and bringing a baby into a worrisome financial situation is RED FLAGGY. Plus, I like being able to nap for 5 hours in the afternoon on a weekend, I like being able to shop when I want, I like being able to plaster walls and get out my drill without worrying about waking something up or accidentally impaling something, and I like the whole never closing the doors ever sort of freedom we have.

So I need to find another Sundry circa 2003 where it’s her, her husband, and her pets and their zany adventures to make me feel like I’m not doing enough, instead of reading about what’s happened since and thinking that I’m not breeding enough. I wouldn’t let a silly little thing like a blog make me get baby fever, would I? Goodness no. But, baaaabies.

Plus, I live in Utah, and I’m 24, so I should have like 5 kids by now with twins on the way. I’m severely behind schedule, here!

No, no babies. I’m in school, must finish what I started. I have work, can’t be at home or I will never brush my teeth or wear makeup again. Must live out selfishness to its fullest. Being selfish is totally okay right now, I want my Hubs to myself and I want him to have me to himself. I will hold the kitties as if they are babies, and be selfish. Also, need to find a new blog that will bring me down from baby fever.