I dream of babies...

I started my very own "Babysitter's Club" when I was 11 years old.

We made flyers, had meetings, and dreamed of all of the cute little babies we were going to watch. We made practice homework for older kids, and gathered coloring books and first-aid kits to put in our Babysitting Bags, which were meant to be brought with us whenever we got a babysitting job. I was only 11, but all I wanted to do was care for a baby.

Its now ten years later, and my desires have not changed. All I want is a baby to care for. I thought babysitting would ease that broody feeling in my heart (and my ovaries), but it only makes it worse. I want a baby! I want to do it all. Feed them, burp them, change their catastrophic diapers. Teach them new words and take them to the park. Wake up six times in the middle of the night because they are hungry. Seriously, all of it. I need it. I'm meant for it.

I'm 21 years old, and I've got my entire life ahead of me. A life full of babies. And poopy diapers. And I want that to start sooner, rather than later. I'm in a committed relationship with a man that I've loved since high school; a man that I think will make a great Daddy (something I never experienced myself!). I can't wait to make tons of babies with him in the not-so-far future. Well, maybe we'll start with one.