People always talk about “pregnancy brain,” “baby brain,” “preg head,”…blah blah blah. I have my own affliction, “baby-on-the-brain.” It seems to be ALL that I think about lately. I want to have a baby. NOW. No matter how much I try to reason myself out of it. Lately I have been feeling like everyone around me is either pregnant or just had a baby. Even people that I thought would never-in-a-million-years have a child, are now parents. Admittedly, I am probably obsessed because it seems like an endeavor that is out of my reach. I have always been the “you always want what you can’t have” type. If Daniel would come to me and say that he was excited about the idea of having a baby, then I would quit obsessing over it and enjoy the other promising aspects of my life. But that would never happen because I married the one man in the entire universe that doesn’t have a single paternal bone in his body. Well actually, that is not entirely true. He is often very fatherly… if the “kids” are four-legged and bark.