Babies, they’ve been everywhere lately. Friends are popping them out like a factory assembly line. They have invaded my dreams, replaced girlfriend gossip, and somehow found a way into my psyche. Baby fever has crept over me like I have never experienced before. Perhaps it’s the age, my biological clock has been peeking at the time. I was never the little girl who wanted to grow up and be a mama. I’ve always envisioned myself as a career oriented person with goals (not that stay at home mothers do not have these things or aspirations), and if I were to have a child I fear it may slow these things down. Not to mention I would need a husband first. Now, there is this emotional, hormonal, crazy lady living inside of me telling me these things don’t matter. Que? My brain is having a hard time computing this. I am sure this shall pass; I have heard of others going through these phases. For now, I will settle for cooing at other’s precious ones, and sneaking a stroll through the baby dept.