B is for ''BABIES, BECAUSE and BOOBS"

Now I'm sure I reeellled a bunch of you in just because I said 'boobs' in my title. (John...I'm talking about you. Bless you...ha!) But it's not gonna be that kind of a post. In fact, I'm gonna talk about the boobs part last in the hopes that you read the whole post just to get to the boring boobs part. You're fine.

B is for Babies

I fee like all I've heard/talked about/seen lately is babies. Babies babies babies. Whether it's one of my best friends getting pregnant, the girl sitting next to me at an institute class with her pregnant belly—tapping her husband who is sitting next to her pointing at her belly (yes, I'm pretty much a stalker so, I too, look at her belly after she points at it as if she's including me in on this intimate moment) to see it twitch a bunch of times from kicks. (awesome!) Also, my sister in law is pregnant, people at church are either pregnant or recently had a baby, my other sister in law just had a baby. I feel like i'm living and breathing BABIES. In fact, smell me...do I smell like spit up? sigh. It doesn't help that my mom is the #1 culprit of connecting babies to ME. ("Let's get those babies here! —I'm DYING for you to have a baby!—I can't wait!") Also, is it some sort of omen that one time after talking about my baby status she starts laughing and says, "actually....I'm worried for you to have a baby. You have NO IDEA how to take care of a baby!" (laugh, laugh, laugh.) Um excuse me mother but I am the oldest of your five children and I practically raised my youngest sister. 

B is also for Because. 

I feel like I've had to explain myself a lot lately. "I want to do this because..." or "We're waiting a bit to have babies because...." or "I feel this way because..." John always tells me I need to state how I feel / what I want / who I am and be done with it. Be confident enough NOT to explain the rest. It is what it is. <--- this is SUPER hard for me. 

Ok ok—B is for Boobs.

You know you have a good job when you spend an entire morning trying to come up with clean descriptions of boobs to put on a Breast Cancer T-shirt. We learned many inappropriate ones (googling that at work is scary business...just sayin!) and came up with a few appropriate ones. ''Melons'' being my favorite. Too bad "Don't let cancer steal second base!" got voted off the island. Think about that one for a min. It's funny! 

ps. Don't get all hoity-toity on me about the "we're waiting to have babies bit" I am NOT a bitter mormon blogger and am in fact really excited to have babies and WANT babies. That time will come soon enough and I can proudly say that I won't be regretful or antagonistic about the fact that I "gave up my life/hopes/dreams" to become a stay at home mom. At that point I'll WANT to be one. :)