Our first close friends had a baby last week.
No big deal. But she’s pretty much the most adorable thing ever. With a full head of hair.
I’ve been oohing-and-ahhing over her.
A little too much.
And then I realized.
I’ve got the fever.
The baby fever.
I can’t help it.
My husband probably just turned white and fainted while reading this post.
I am not with child.
Nor will I be with child anytime soon.
It’s not in the plans. Yet.
And it would put a damper on my summer volleyball season.
But hey, a girl can plan…
Well, kind of. It seems like everytime I pin anything REMOTELY related to children I get at least three emails asking when I’m due.
Jumping the gun here people. You’ll be the first to know when it’s time.
But daydreams of a sweet little version of Adam are sometimes the best daydreams. Plus, if our first-born happens to be a boy, you know this will happen:
[boat shoes, striped collar sweater, ahoy invitation, soccer print, arsenal onesie, soccer cap, baby cleats]
Can’t help myself. The boy will love boating and soccer.
It’s in his genes.
Also, baby boat shoes might surpass leg dimples as the cutest thing ever.