There's been a lot of baby talk in and around our house lately.
I have a serious aversion to poop. Any kind of poop really. People. Animal. Doesn't matter. The other night I had a dream that I gave birth to a monster sized baby, like a 25lb baby. She was huge. And her poop looked and smelled like chocolate oatmeal (if that's even a thing). So in my dream, I was so proud of myself for being able to handle her poop. I remember thinking, "This isn't so bad! I can do this!" And then I woke up.
I had this dream after reading CNN.com and seeing the top 100 baby names list for 2012. I always like to look. I like to see the name trends. My middle name, for example, is still in the top 40. It was my Great Aunt's name too. So it's been popular for going on 70 years solid. I like that. Names that mean something and last for a long time.
Anyway, it seems like every day Bob and I are faced with more baby conversations from very different people. Everyone is ready for our baby, except for us. That's a problem, right?
For the record, it will be a while before we have a baby Guy. A loooooong while if we have anything to do with it.
