Apparently many women experience this thing where they have a sort of, I don't know, yearning for a baby. Like they see babies and feel their biological clocks ticking or whatever. While I would like children someday, I do not have that Baby Need.
Show me a golden retriever, however, or any commercial involving dogs, and I immediately start googling animal shelters. I want every big dog I see, all the time. I nearly ran a red light on Monday because I was distracted by a pair of Great Danes walking down Wisconsin Ave. And I cannot get enough of this commercial, which I tried to embed, but it's showing up ginormous:
I LOVE IT. Anyway. To recap: I want a dog now. I want babies later.
But then today, I did this:
That's Emma, brand new daughter of my dear friends Ryan and Becky. She was born yesterday at noon, and I went to the hospital over my lunch break today to visit. And I tell ya what, I could hold her all day long. I considered smuggling her out in my purse, though I would've been caught, because the nurses check visitors' bags on the way out.
So I've amended my previous statement: I want a dog now, but I am available to snuggle or otherwise entertain your baby any time. Dogs, too. You know where to find me.