Ok, so at my ripe old age of 30, i have discovered that all my friend's biological clocks are going off like that annoying alarm clock you forget that you set and then can't find to turn off. this really is a pretty great thing. i like babies, i love my friends. hence, if you apply logical theory there, i will love my friend's babies.
what is NOT so fun is that i am slowly becoming the last single girl standing. i have been telling everyone that i was gonna be that super fun auntie that their kids loved, but they always give me the same "that perfect guy is out there for you" but really, is he? Maybe he is currently married to someone else. that's cool, i can be the second and thus "best" wife (as in second is the best? if you didn't get that reference then why are we friends?)
maybe mr. super fabulous right for me in every way is in a coma. that would explain a lot. it also makes me very sad. i hope my future husband doesn't have any lasting medical conditions from said coma. plus that must be really hard on his family and friends. i am sad for mr right in a coma. i hope he wakes up soon, for his sake and of course for mine.
and even if he does have a medical condition, i am ok with that. i am not a snob or a bigot, i just think it would add an extra element of challenge to our new budding relationship and that is never fun.
maybe moving to the Citayy will be the answer. i will say, that seattle seems to be chockablock full of single folks. granted most of them are women, but hey, i love new friends too!
but back to the babies, yes, i know, at this point you are wondering, why didn't she title this blog "boo to being single or charity needs to stop whining." the best thing about other peoples babies are:
1. you don't have to wake up with them in the middle of the night (unless you visit my friend who made me help him with his twins so his wife could sleep. did i mention that she got up with them by herself EVERY night? men are fun)
2. you can play with them, but if they do something gross like pee or poop or barf or have icky boogies flowing freely down their face you just hand them back and say "uh oh, somebody made a mess mommy"
3. you can buy them all the overpriced baby gear that you would never really get for your own kid but that every 3 month old desperately needs! like a John Hughes "Pretty in Pink" onesie or 40 dollar yoda shoes for the kid that can't even walk yet. yes, they will grow out of these things in a matter of weeks, but hey, i am counting on my friends returning the favor! I just wanna buy Yoda booties dammit!!
4. if you babysit, your friends think you are some kind of saint/most awesome generous friend in the world
and the number one reason i love other people's kids.
5. they are like practice babies
I should probably delete this before any of my fertile or soon to be fertile friends read this.
