babyhome-less mother

october 22 2007

I'm ready for a new baby.

Don't worry, I won't have one myself.
Can't.

Many years ago I was invaded by bad nature.
How lucky I was to notice it, and have a gynaecologist who took me serious.

So now I'm, what one of the children called me: a babyhome-less mother.

I don't know where the feeling comes from?
Maybe because I couldn't sleep last night and was awake untill 6 and beside my bed at 8?

Or maybe this is nature telling me I'm ready to become a grandmother.

I would love to sit down in the rocking chair with a baby in my arms.
One of those cutiepies that never pee and sound beautifully toned burbs.

Oh my dear!!!
Is menopause doing this???