Today I fell in love.
His name is Danny. I met him in the Co-op store on Great Western Road (minutes before I got ID'd for the second time in less than two weeks - yay!). He is ADORABLE. Big beautiful eyes and his SMILE . . . wow, don't even get me started on that. One glance at him and that was it. I MELTED.
I wanted to grab him and take him home with me.
I doubt his mother would have let her six month old baby out of her sight though.
Did you see that twist coming??? :-) Danny was the cutest little baby I'd saw in ages. So adorable that I actually broke my "don't talk to strangers while sober" rule to ask his mum all about him.
I love babies. I really do.
Now, don't you look at your screen in a knowing "Oh look at that, Paula's getting broody" kinda way. I get that from my sister all the time. I'm not broody. I've ALWAYS loved babies.
I'm just not sure I want my own.
There's several reasons for this. One: gaining weight. I have enough body issues as it is. Two: no alcohol? For more than nine months??? Terrifying. Three: the idea of being responsible for another human being. I can barely look after myself. Four: the loss of my freedom. Five: the fear I'd be a terrible mother anyway.
I know people say you forget about all this stuff when you have a kid.
But I'm just not ready.
I may be 31, I may be surrounded by girls around my age having babies, but I'm not ready for it. I'm not sure if I'll ever be.
I don't have any sperm anyway. :-)
I did love Danny though. Sigh . . .
How do you feel about babies?