Baby Blues

So I think I have a problem. When I'm not planning my wedding day all I can think about is my children. I want to have a baby right now soooo bad. It gets to the point where I just stare at people with small children with them. They think I'm a complete creeper but you know what? I don't care. I want a baby of my own that looks like me and is totally cute and tiny so freakin bad.

Prior to this junction in my life, I can honestly say that if there was some sort of new technology that could predict your baby's hair color when it still looked like a sea-monkey and the doc said mine's hair was red I would seriously consider aborting it and trying again. My current baby desire surpasses this red-haired-child phobia. I would take a red haired baby right this second and love it to pieces. Hell I would even name it Ginger if that's what it would take to have a baby right now.

Sooo Anthony and I were at the Lion's game recently. I was so hungover and tired that I was in mega bitch mode barely paying attention to the game when this little tiny love walks right down my row (that was empty because the lions blow) and sits right next to me. I immediately adore him. I look at Anthony with almost tears in my eyes this kid was so cute. He was wearing a teenie little Lions jersey with kakis and crocs. So he's got these rosy little cheeks and he's just looking up at me. I'm guessing he was two and a half or three. I said "Hey buddy I like your shoes." A wide little grin spreads across his face and he says "Yeah my Daddy got them for me" and points his tiny little index finger at his dad down the row who you know was thinking "Well this is just fucking great my kid wandered half down a row of chairs alone and is now sitting talking to some stranger, how in the hell am I going to get him back down here without gritting my teeth and sounding like a real asshole." So the Dad yells for him to come on and he looks up at me and smiles with no intention of leaving the chair next to mine. It took everything in me to say "Your daddy is calling you." He gets up and waves goodbye and it is taking everything in my power not to run and snatch him up and book it for the door.

So I'm in love with this kid at this point, not even noticing that I was at an NFL game. I look over at Anthony and tell him I want that kid sooo bad. Well needless to say I didn't kidnap this adorable little man. Anthony and I were watching a movie a few days later in his bed when the cutest little baby came on a commercial on tv. I then go on ranting and raving about how I want a kid and you know what he says with wide eyes right back at me?



Maybe we should consider getting you on birth control.