single girl vs. baby fever

It’s that time of year again – the time of year when I find myself thinking, on repeat, that I’m five if not ten years too young for the chaos around me. In years past, this usually meant that wedding season was beginning, but this year is an even worse flavor of “not sure if jealous or just really annoyed”.

Basically half my FB friend list is pregnant. I am not. freaking. kidding.

I know, I know – natural progression of life, I’m young, and I still know a disproportionately annoying percentage of super-religious straight married people. At some point in my life, the babypocalypse is inevitable.

But now?? Srsly??

Being surrounded by people who have what I don’t (but want so desperately) is getting annoying.

I’d be good with a kid or three. I know myself well enough to know that. But that’s not where my life is right now.

Unfortunately, I remain alone while everyone else in sight is posting bump updates and eagerly awaiting their tiny humans. SIGH.

I know, I know. I’m being That Girl right now. But it’s not my fault that my hormones won’t shut up.

I need to do something about this…

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