So I just finished reading a post from one of my favorite bloggers, Lora over at Fever. I'd give you a link but I have really no idea how to do that. Sorry Lora.
Anyways, she was posting about Halloween and at first I just assumed it would be just another of her witty posts. But this one really got to me. She was talking about ghost babies. I won't try to describe it, she's a much better writer than I and I couldn't give it justice. But it got me thinking and feeling about the baby/ies that I so desperately want. It's tough being single still at 32 with absolutely no prospects out there. I want a family. I'd be a great mom, I know I would. See but I want to meet "her", you know the "one". And I'd want there to be an "us" first and then have the kid but who am I kidding? By the time all that happens I'll be way to old to have babies.
Sometimes I think, I'll just adopt one. But Pennsylvania is all about handing out babies to single, lesbians, who used to shoot dope. Then I think that maybe I can go to one of those sperm bank things but I don't even know if we have any of those in Pittsburgh and I would imagine if we did have one, it would be way out of my price range. And really I don't want to raise a baby all by myself. They're a lot of work. Plus I'd want someone else there to enjoy all the great things, first steps, first words, first poops in the potty with.
I used to play along with that game, you know the one, "It will happen for you, she'll come along when you least expect it", "you're time will come". I don't play along anymore. It's just not worth the heart crushing blows I take when it doesn't "happen" and she doesn't "show up".
I didn't mean for this post to be so dramatic. I just really want babies.