Something strange has happened over the past few weeks. I’ve been feeling a little funny, and definitely not quite myself.
I hear little kids giggle, and I find myself smiling. I see little baby clothes in the store, and I get urges to take a closer look. A friend of mine brings over her newborn, and I can’t fight the feeling to hold him. Then yesterday, I got a double whammy…Two of my friends called to tell me they were pregnant. Wow!
Could it be? That the baby bug is swarming all around me? Granted, I don’t think I’ve officially been bitten, but every now and then, it seems as though I’m actually entertaining the idea.
I think it started when I read an article in SELF Magazine about a woman in her late thirties who decided to freeze some of her eggs in the event that she doesn’t find a special someone in time to have kids. She talked about a friend of hers who found out she wasn’t able to have babies, and she was only 29! I guess you could say it got me thinking, and I realized for the first time that I have a ticking biological clock.
I’m still not planning on getting pregnant anytime soon. (It’s odd how the baby bug flutters away whenever I hear our neighbors’ kids fighting upstairs, or when I hear that my friend’s baby woke her up at the butt crack of dawn.) But I have to admit, I’m beginning to actually warm up to the idea.