biology is winning

my ovaries are quivering, Sarah would say if she so much as heard a child's voice. I've always considered children to be quite fun, open minded, honest. Often my favorite part is giving them back to their parents when I'm done. I've never wanted kids. I've always wanted the freedom to pick up and move across the world if I feel like it.

I had a friend in Colorado that described children as parasites. They feed off of your body when you are pregnant; they steal your nutrients and your figure. They steal your time and money as they grow. Though I thought (and still think) her perspective has some truth in it, it neglects to recognize the rewards; the many rewards.

For the first time in my life the thought of being pregnant doesn't scare the shit out of me. What scares the shit out of me is how comfortable I feel with the idea, not only of being pregnant, but of actually having kids. It feels familiar and exciting. It is interesting to me from a biological perspective that well past the beginning of my biological kiddy prime my body finally decided to start screaming for babies. My brain was too logical for my ovaries. My brain said no no no, kids are expensive, time consuming, etc. Your boy is not the right boy. You wouldn't be a very good parent right now... and my brain, i believe was right in all respects. But I now believe it is the right boy (my brain and body say so), I believe I wouldn't be a terrible parent (and boy would be amazing), and I believe that kids should travel the world, wherever we feel like going.

So recently I've been craving kid time. I've noticed myself (and quickly recovered I might add) smiling at the kiddies that come into the coffee shop. It probably doesn't help that I work with a rockin' mom of one adorable boy, and she's 5-6 months pregnant. Her hormones must be rubbing off. Or that my nephew is crazy and kick ass. My biology is kicking in, saying reproduce, reproduce!! I had a dream last night that Andrew said he wanted kids.

AHHHHHHHHHH! And part of me is running away from this strange phenomenon. And part of me isn't.