Well, baby fever has apparently hit in every direction around me. It seems I can’t hop on Facebook these days without seeing one of these things:
- Someone announcing they have a little bun cooking in the oven
- Someone sharing pictures from their gender reveal party…pink or blue, that is the question!
- Someone announcing they just welcomed their little one into the world
- Someone showing newborn, 6-month, 1-year, etc. photos of their adorable little bright eyed babe
Just today, I saw a gender reveal party, a baby boy just born this morning, an announcement of twins that are expected, and a friend reminiscing about the journey to pick up their adopted little boy a few years ago. Afterall, it was just 6 short months ago that my lovely brother and sister-in-law welcomed my little niece into the world.
And as I look at all of these announcements and pictures, there is a sound in the distance that seems to be getting closer. What is that constant ticking? Oh, that’s right, my biological clock!
I’ve always known that I would be a mother someday. The maternal instincts kick into full force when I’m around my nieces and nephew. They’re supposed to be living, moving, birth control, right? Not the case here. After I see, hold and play with my niece, the ticking seems to be a little bit lounder. I walk through Target and see moms with their little babies in carriers. I open Facebook and see, well, what’s all listed above. I can’t even count on two hands how many ladies I know that are pregnant right now, either just beginning, or so incredibly ready to pop.
I know my time will come, I’m just a bit impatient. Lovie and I are ready, we’ve prayed for it, wished for it to be our time. It’s just not quite here yet.