So much talk about babies is making me wonder if I want to have one. My gut instinct is no. Once in awhile I get that, "awww, a baby, I want a baby!" thing, but not very often. Not as often as I probably should. It will come with time though, I expect.
Strangely, though, I've been thinking about getting married. A lot. Thinking about how it maybe sounds like not that bad an idea. This frightens me immensely. I know Mark doesn't want to get married, and I would be hardpressed to put into words why I think it's anything less than a terrible idea. Still, the thought keeps coming back to me. I have even had a couple of dreams about it lately.
Why am I doing no work today?