Goo Goo gahh.

So today it came. Every girls best friend. That once a month excuse that let's us say and do things that would otherwise define us as monsters.  And it was strange to me that I found myself almost disappointed. 

The boy and I had 'that talk' before we were even married.  The typical decision of "let's just enjoy married life without the babies for a couple years" and trust me, I wholeheartedly agreed.  But every now and again, when I'm a couple days late, or just feeling..off, my female mind switches into maternal mode and convinces me otherwise.  

Baby hungry? No, I don't think that's it. But deep down I have this fear that when it IS time to have kids something will be wrong with me and I won't be able to. It would be completely heartbreaking.

And after seeing pictures of my boy in his baby glory days.. I have high hopes that we just might have one of the cutest kids in the world.  

  My boy

I would hate not to get the chance to compete with the Gerber baby.