So here's the thing. I'm only 20. But I really wish I could have babies like, tomorrow.
I mean I don't reallyyyyy because of my current state, aka, not married, still in school, etc. But still. I wishhhhh I could. I know I know I'm supposed to enjoy my youth and prime of my life yada yoo...and I am. But I'm enjoying it while being excited for BABIES someday.
Before babies, obvi, comes pregnancy. In my mind right now I picture pregnancy as this 9 month magical, joyous, stars and rainbows and wishes, bliss-filled time of baby cooking. Even though I know its full of stretch marks and squished bladders and swollen feet I like to forget all those things and focus on my figurative idea of pregnancy. Extra heavy on the stars and rainbows and wishes.
This Halloween I dressed up as a sugar momma. (Get it? Cause I have sugar around my neck and i'm preggers?? Give me a break. I didn't have much to work with)
I learned that general mobility is difficult, but possible...
|I'm "dancing" if you couldn't tell|
...that the little baby shelf is very handy....
...that I should forget about ever seeing my feet again....
...and that I have NO FREAKING CLUE how pregnant people bend over. I mean I only had a pillow in there so it was bendy, and I was still have issues!!!
Haha, it was fun.
Boyfriend doesn't want to have babies until he is 30, which is eight whole years from now!!! *Cries* So far away.
For now, I shall let my inner baby-lover express itself through spoiling my niece and oggling over all the bloggers who post pics of their adorable babies.
That's right ladies. I stalk your blog for your baby pictures.
I know where my priorities lie.