Thursday night one of my best friends gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Vincent Evan. He was gorgeous, a full head of hair and the longest fingers and toes. He was adorable. So, I'm standing there with Bill's entire family, look in this window to the nursery, waiting for the sign that she finally had the baby, when we hear a lullaby play over the speaker. His mother said, "He's here! He's here!" with tears in her eyes. I'm waiting to see how Ashley is doing because I knew she was having a hard birth, when Billy brings his son into the nursery. I thought I was going to cry. I probably would have, but I was there with my friend Michael (I couldn't lose face in front of one of the guys, now could I?). It was then that the thought crossed my mind...I want a baby.
Wait, what?!
Not now, of course. That'd just be stupid. However, I, for reasons unknown to me, have added children into my future. Weird, I know. It makes me feel so girly. I had a few friends tell me I was acting super girly about baby Vincent. I got all excited the night before when I visited Ash and Bill and they were monitoring the baby's heartbeat. I was amazed by it. Then, when I visited after he was born, and I held him. Oh my, he made the cutest baby noises! -sigh- So girly. He was really cute in my defense.
I may just adopt a baby from China though. I wish to not mutilate my vagina.
See? He's adorable, am I right? 8.8l
