Monday, June 16, 2008
I've got it.
I'm not dangerously burning up yet, but this fever ... it just keeps hanging around. I can't shake it.
It seems to get worse when I see people I know with babies.
Or when I see adorable little girls in any of the millions of adorable little-girl outfits.
Or when Rye is being so precocious I just can't help smiling. (So far, 3 is, like I thought, a really, really great age).
We ran into Rye's old daycare provider last weekend. She was pushing a stroller. I knew there had to be a newborn inside.
We were in the car, but she and her husband saw us and they invited us to take a peek at the baby.
How could I say no?
So we pulled over and got out and when I saw the baby, I think I sort of silently gasped. He was SO TINY. I had forgotten they are ever that small. And he was sleeping. Is there anything better -- I mean, come on, really -- than a sleeping baby?
Rye's current daycare provider is also expecting a baby. It will be her second, and I can tell she is so excited. Slowly, her tummy is growing, just like the baby's wardrobe. Already, this baby that's due in JANUARY has cuter clothes than I.
And suddenly I find myself thinking more and more about babies and baby things.
Even maternity clothes.
That must mean I'm really ready.