I’m tired of being obsessed with having a baby.
I mean, it’s not like it’s gonna stop or anything, I’m just saying that it’s exhausting.
Today, to get out of my head a little, I started following a couple of new blogs. One is about a family, one is about a young couple, and the other is about the one kind of person who is pretty much in the exact opposite point in life that I currently am:
A single male, looking for love.
No really. The guy’s funny. And we’ve met, which is cool. He was at the bonfire where I said “cervical mucus”, and to my knowledge, he didn’t judge me.
Well, probably not too much.
Okay, maybe he did, but thus far he has not blogged about the crazy drunk girl who couldn’t stop talking about bodily fluids.
Either way, sometimes it’s nice to realize that there are other situations in life that are hard. It’s tough trying to get knocked up, but it’s also tough navigating your way through dating sites and singles bars when you have standards.
It’s all about perspective, people. I’m trying to have some.
Oh, and then another funny thing happened… Someone found their way to my blog by Googling the phrase “Mexican tacos that look like vaginas.”
I’m so proud.