I'm a yearnin..

Amber did this to me. It's all Amber's fault. I want this to be noted in an important notebook somewhere. It should probably also be noted that I'm writing this blog while under the influence of Ambien. This is just ridiculous the way it affects you. I can't see, my movement feels fake, and I seem to have lost the ability to spell first grade sight words. Disturbing.

Okay, but here's were Amber comes back into this... somehow I just ended up on a person's pg who does maternity photography. And now I have seriously SAD baby fever. She convinced me this morning that I was pregnant. At the beginning of this convinving, I was so not all about it, but then, toward the end, I decided I loved this sweet little bundle of love and I couldn't imagine it not being true. So then later, much later in the afternoon when I got the YOU KNOW WHAT I was partially devastated. And now that I've just looked at pretty big pregnant bellies... I just WANT one!!! Is that really too much to ask??? I just want a brand new, fresh baby girl... or two... two girls would be fun.. or even a girl and a boy... just not two boys... YIKES!! Pee squirtin me in the mouth and eyes and from ten different directions. No Thanks!

Ok, I'm going to end this blubbering and possibly stupid blog now. I just wanted Amber to know how much she screwed with my brain today. :) Still love ya, though...