My Blog Baby

The Inspiration: I watch Jon and Kate + 8. (In case you don't watch here's a brief synopsis: Jon and Kate are a couple who had a difficult time getting pregnant. Through in vitro fertilization, they had twin girls, and then decided to have one more. Instead of one more, Kate got pregnant with 6! Six little babies were born 9 months later, and thus their family became Jon and Kate + 8 kids.) I love all those little kiddies who run around saying things like "Mommy, I want to wear those gubs (gloves)!" and "Daddy, why do little girls have little boops (boobs)?" Another reason I watch is simply to imagine what I would do in that situation. I mean, 8 kids! You have to have a plan for everything. If you want to put all the kids in the car, you need a plan. If you want to cook dinner, you need a plan. If you need to go to the bathroom, you better plan it in advance and get a babysitter!

The Problem: Every time I watch that show, I want to have kids (not eight kids, mind you--just one or two or four...the number does seem to get higher every time I watch, though.) Unfortunately, Jeffrey and I are both in professional school right now, so it's not really the optimum time for baby-making. (Not to mention, we are young little newlyweds who can barely manage to keep up with the household chores!) Nevertheless, I feel the strong urge to nurture something. Since having a baby at this time would be ill-advised, I naturally went to the next best thing--a dog. I've begged and begged, but it turns out that our apartment complex charges millions of dollars as well as a pledge to give them your firstborn in exchange for allowing a dog to live on their property...and that's if the dog doesn't mess anything up! I was still ready to go forward with that idea, but Jeffrey (my dear and logical husband) said no. And he was right. Ouch, that hurts to type. So, I again lowered my standards--how about a plant? Jeffrey (my dear and logical and proud-of-being-right-on-the-dog-issue husband) again told me no. I think this time it was simply out of spite. He seems to think I will kill this plant just like I killed all my other plants in Abilene. He doesn't think I can turn over a new leaf! (I apologize for that joke.)

The solution: In conclusion, Jon and Kate made me want babies, but I can't have them right now. Instead of a baby I wanted a dog, but Jeffrey said no. Instead of a dog, I asked for a plant, and Jeffrey again said no. So in lieu of those things, I have decided to relieve my need for nurturing on the blog. My baby blog. Isn't it cute?! I love you baby blog. And a blog is the best baby ever, anyway! No clean up, no cost, no stretch marks (although someday, maybe, carpal tunnel), and no dirty diapers. My blog baby is better than any of those real babies anyway. (But I still want one...don't tell.)