Start the clock

According to Sally "The clock doesn't really start ticking until you you hit 35" however I beg to differ. About a month ago, at the green age of 27 I heard the first tick of the clock. It was like a thunderous boom in my head that would have knocked me over had I not been looking the cutest baby ever!. Chuckle all you like everyone. I have again changed my mind on an issue that I was "so sure of." At least I change my mind consistently.

I was standing in line at Starbucks and there she was. This adorable dark haried baby with doe eyes, looking over her father's shoulder at me in line. She was dressed in this adorable white jumper and was just holding onto her father in peace. Not screaming, pulling hair or being abnoxious. Just being too beautiful for words. I cannot begin to express how totally strange I felt.

I know I've said that babies are just short tactless people that can't go to the bathroom by themselves. I know I've said that children are evil, life-sucking parasites that will only ruin my life. I'm eating a little crow here and stating that maybe that's not such a bad thing. Lots and lots and lots of children are awful and they bother me, but there's this new notion in my mind that maybe mine won't. I find myself thinking of baby names, and if I think about singing to my future children I almost find myself in tears. And there's this really strange ticking in my head...

I'm not saying this baby thing is something I want to do tomorrow, maybe not ever. I told M about my change of heart and he took it well by smiling at me and not saying "I told you that you would soften on this issue someday" and after I asked if it was okay that I wasn't violently opposed to maybe procreating someday he told me "It's okay." So maybe someday. Maybe.

I simply cannot get over how strange this is.

Today's sing-a-long song: "The Theme from The Twillight Zone" by The Fifith Dimension

HRH