Here’s the truth: I was born baby crazy. I have wanted a baby since I was a baby and I’m beginning to think that’s not normal. I have met other people who feel the same way as me, but I have also met even more people who think kids ruin lives.

I don’t get those people.

Having a baby and getting pregnant is literally 76.95% of what I think about on a day to day basis. I’m positive if it weren’t for the realists in my life who tell me I have to do things like “get married” and “be financially ready” I would have a least 3 kids by now. Logically, I know I should wait and be married for a bit, but I prefer my gut over my logic.

The only thing I was sure of my entire life was that I wanted kids. The chaos of a bunch of kids and dogs running around the house really appeals to me. My womb literally aches when I am around someone else’s baby, and I’m starting to think that the reason I only gain weight in my stomach is because I am trying to wish myself pregnant.

Don’t try that method. The wishing method is about as effective as dry humping. They both end in tears and chaffing.

Eric and I make decisions almost every day based on our unborn children, and it’s one of the million reason I love him. We got a new puppy recently so our kids would have a dog to play with (Tippy only likes me), and we bought the bigger version of our Chevy truck so more kids could fit in it. However, as I have gotten older and started having these conversations with other people, I’ve realized that a lot of people don’t feel the same way, and it doesn’t offend me. I want kids yesterday, and eventually I will stop using the wishing method.

I told Eric that he should be flattered that I’m baby crazy because I want a son just like him. His response was that he wanted a daughter just like me…except less naughty.

I think that’s pretty fair.