Yesterday I went to the doctor, and she asked if M and I are planning on having kids any time soon... and... I hesitated.
I never hesitate when I get asked that question. My usual response goes something like this:
"HA! Uhm. No. Definitely not."
BUT THIS TIME I HESITATED!!!
What in God's green fuck.
And then! I was flabergasted at myself for hesitating, and I said... "What the hell? I've never hesitated answering that question before..." And now I'm thoroughly weirded out with myself. I've been having batshit crazy dreams about pregnancy and babies lately and... and... I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!
Did my biological clock suddenly decide to switch on a month before my 24th birthday? I don't know, but every time I walk through the kids section I feel kind of fuzzy when I see little boy polo shirts. And I'm not even a fan of little boys! But the thought of a mini Mike does seem just a little wee bit adorable...
I need to go change my pants now.
And I hate myself. For the record.