I think maybe this bizarre hormonal want was made stronger because I wasn't expecting to run into 4-week-old Nathan and I certainly wasn't expecting him to be so tiny and perfect! With his little nose and his little hands and...
Wait! Stop! It’s happening again!
My sister will be the first to tell you that I am probably the least maternal woman on this planet having often been known to look extremely like I’m being tortured while she and my mother coo and talk utter nonsense at random passing buggies. And indeed I’m far more at home with worrying about how to hide the hair dye stain on the bathroom wall from my sister (Charlotte if you are reading this, the stain does not exist * does cool Jedi mind trick wave thing*) or trying to resist the urge to sack someone because there's no chocolate. I feel that worrying about being responsible for a tiny thing that eats, screams and poops would be a bit of a stretch for me right now. But nonetheless my body was screaming for a baby. I think I’m much better fitted to being the crazy aunty than the responsible mum though.
Some times being a woman really sucks! I don't understand myself how can any guy be expected to understand the weird and complex explosion of emotions that make me who I am?
On the upside I just say Look up and I happen to think it is pretty amazing! Here is a link for the rest of you! Have a Great May Day Guys!