Guest Post: The Fever That Keeps on Growing

Today's post is from Becky, from Love Everyday Life. I love her for her gratuitous compliments. Kidding. Ok, not really. I do love compliments.

Hi everyone! Becky from Love Everyday Life here. When Shannon emailed me asking if I wanted to guest blog I was positively giddy. I found her blog through her guest room re-design and since then I've been hooked. She's hilarious, the crafts and designs she does are ah-ma-zing, and oh yeah, she's totally an adorable pregnant woman. I love all these things about her but her being pregnant allows me to live vicariously through her because I have a bad case of baby fever.

I didn't think it would happen to me. In fact, when my husband and I were engaged people would joke about me getting the baby fever after a year or two. I remember being downright offended by the implication that I would desire kids more than anything, and I indignantly informed them it would be at least five years before I even thought about children. Well, almost three years into marriage and I'm honing in on babies everywhere I go. (Ah, how I love being wrong).

I visit this parenting site a couple times a week - in my defense it was to follow Erin and Chrissy there (they stopped blogging for Glamour and I wanted to keep reading their stuff), but since I'm over there I figure I'll read the pregnancy blog as well. (What? I'm learning!) I know who Sophie is, I'm aware of the difference between mucus plugs and bloody show, and when I see fat little baby legs I can almost feel my ovaries aching. (Rolls above the knees? Adorable!) Oh, have I mentioned I'm NOT pregnant?

I can't help it - it's literally like someone flipped a switch and I really have to make an effort to not think about babies or pregnancy. Thank goodness my husband is fabulous and mellow - and he answers my "babe, what do you think of this name?" questions patiently (and with a sense of humor). I wouldn't say he has baby fever, but we've been talking about it more lately so even he will point out babies and little kids to me when we're out. (Going to the grocery store now is quite the ordeal).

It's not the right time for us yet - I know, I know, it'll never be the "right" time, but we're in a teeny tiny apartment (I'm talking 684 square feet people), and we're just getting back on our feet after months of not great job stability due to the economy. But I take comfort in the fact that this isn't just a passing phase - the thought of having a child and watching it grow from a baby to a toddler, to an eight-year old, to a teen, and beyond? It melts my heart.

Our time will come, I know. Until then, I'll live vicariously through the awesome-ness of people like Shannon. (Hope you don't mind).

What about you? Have you ever had (or currently have) baby fever, or is that just not your thing? Anyone else out there like me who swore they'd never be this way and is now eating their words?