Baby Fever

I have it and freely admit it. At night, instead of dreaming of torrid affairs and sexual experiences with my lover.... the dreams are filled with sheltering a little one from a hail storm, or snuggling in to watch a cartoon, eat a snack, read a book in bed. Nestling my nose into her freshly washed and dried little red curls and trying not to weep out loud because I love her more than I ever thought I could.

Oh, to wash the little feet and change diapers and feed a tiny helpless soul. To nourish and clothe and sustain the life of one that came from me. It's overwhelming and I never thought I'd feel this way. I want this so much it actually hurts.

So I've changed my priorities in life from finding the cutest, most successful husband on the block, to finding a stable, fun, interesting, intelligent, ethical, moral, Godly man who wants to make and raise little babies as my partner.


Cave-woman Weather Forecaster say...
Me hate busy day.