Sometimes I’m so wrapped up in dooce.com that anything I had to say before checking out the pictures of the month-old frog baby is suddenly long gone from consciousness. I want to do a lot of things in my life- in fact, the Peace Corps suddenly decided to knock on my door again- but one of them is have children.<\/p>\n
Now I consider myself to be a rather evolved woman- just tonight I smacked my friend Jon when he said that one needed estrogen in her system to enjoy “Girl With a Pearl Earring”. I had to point out that I was the one who declared the movie a “yawn fest” even before the rollups began. I am no clothes horse, no shoe hound, and I’ve only read the first “Flowers in the Attic” book and I was like 13 at the time. I am single because I (gasp!) want to be and I am cavalier where many women are precious. But I see a mom playing with her little boy at Jamba Juice, or a mom-to-be with a swollen tummy and dewy skin, or a mom in a hospital with five children constantly checking up on her and I know that one of the things I want to do in my life is have kids. I’m not saying tomorrow or anything, just eventually. I want to have babies and I want them to turn into children and then into adults. I don’t really care if it’s instinctual or social or anything else over which I have no control. I just want it to happen. Someday. Clearly not soon, but soon-ish. Soon on a glacial scale.<\/p>\n
That being said, it’s bedtime.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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