How many people right now are pregnant? Raise your hand, please, so I can get a good count! Don’t worry, my hand isn’t going up anytime soon. This isn’t any kind of a special announcement, but instead more of an observation.

First of all, I’d like to congratulate my “twin”, Leesha on her beautiful new baby boy. He’s adorable and healthy and I couldn’t be happier for Leesha and Joe! I know just how bad they wanted this, and now they have it… It seems like just yesterday she told me she was pregnant, though!

Now, about pregnant people… I know of so many that I can hardly keep track of them! There’s Ashley, a girl I was friends with a while ago, a girl I went to middle school with, a fairly new friend of mine, a friend of a friend… Am I missing anyone? Oh yes, there was a woman in my yoga class. She just had her baby, though, a couple weeks ago. It’s craziness, I tell you.

Times like these, I’m glad I’ve got a Brita!

Edit: I forgot to mention something! I was telling Matt about the baby “epidemic” (for lack of a better word) the other day on the way into Superstore, and as soon as I had said something we saw a pregnant lady come out of the doors. How’s that for timing?

I’ve decided that going out is important, even if it is by myself. So, I went to the lake today and laid out on the beach! It was a bit weird, alone, but it felt nice anyway. So nice, in fact, that I intend to go back many times! I still have a month of hot days left, right? If not more! So yeah. The more I get out, the better I’ll feel. I hope.

Speaking of going alone… I suppose I should preface this with something. I love my online and offline friends. I love you all, very much. You’re all fantastic people, and I’d be crazy if it weren’t for you!

That said… I’m going through a bit of a rough patch in my life. It’s like a pre-mid-life crisis or something. I’m at an awkward age. Everyone speaks of awkward ages like it’s the years you go through puberty, but this one feels much more awkward to me than I did then. Everyone who knows me well knows that my baby fever is insatiable. But I can’t get away from all things baby! All my friends have children, and people online have children, and I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think there is not one woman my age that is baby-less at the moment.

Now this isn’t meant to offend anyone, but I need to get it off my chest. I just have a hard time dealing with trying to find excitement and happiness while being childless when in my face constantly there’s the reminders of what a joy it is to be a mother. I’m so happy that all my friends have this joy, and I support them fully. I just think I need to figure out how to meet people more like me, who already know how to enjoy their time without constantly thinking BABY BABY BABY.

This isn’t being said because I intend to cut anyone out of my life. It’s not being said to hurt anyone’s feelings, or object to anyone’s life decisions. I just wanted to give an explanation as to why I have been (and possibly will continue to be) so distant lately. It’s nothing personal.

I had the most baffling and the most wonderful dream last night.

Anyone who knows me well by now knows that I suffer from, quite possibly, the world’s longest and most annoying case of baby fever. This didn’t help.

I dreamt that I had a baby. But this was no ordinary dreaming of having a kid, oh no. I dreamt of the decision to start trying for one. I dreamt of the conception. I dreamt of being pregnant and going through labour and of showing everyone my new baby girl. I dreamt that I had to feed her and that my mother was giving me a hard time and telling me how to take care of her.

I wanted to stay in that dream forever.

Has anyone seen the A&W commercial with the man and his wife that go to dinner with his parents and announce that they’re pregnant?

I’d totally show you a video if I had one.

Basically, the guy and his wife take his parents out to A&W for dinner and his dad makes the order of one Papa Burger, one Mama Burger and two Teen Burgers. The son somehow (they don’t show it) changes the order without his dad knowing and brings him back a Grandpa Burger instead of his Papa Burger. The mom gets up, hugs the wife, blah blah blah. The father gives the son a look like “Oh, really?” and the son nods, basically implying that his wife is pregnant.

While this commercial is cheesy in a million different ways, I still feel pangs in my uterus every damn time I watch it! It’s like, “Hmm, they’re pregnant, why not me?” Silly, isn’t it?

Anyway, I think I might make this for dinner tomorrow. Yum, right? There’s some prosciutto upstairs left over from tonight’s dinner (stuffed pork tenderloin and some kind of potatoes) and I’ve always wanted to make Panini, so I’m going to try it! Probably, anyway.

I love that show (Man Made Food) so much! I don’t know what it is. I guess it’s the fact that I can get recipes that are supposedly “for guys” and are still delicious. And let’s face it, guys that can cook are awesome! Matt makes the best sandwich in the world, which sounds like it’s not saying much, but oh, I am. I could live off of his sandwiches.

And, speaking of living, we’re moving to an apartment in June. I’m excited and nervous and wondering how we’ll fit all our stuff into a tiny bedroom there all at the same time.

Only three more days until Matt leaves me for a month. That makes me super sad.

Every time I turn around, there’s babies. Most of my friends have babies (or toddlers, as the case may be), every TV show that I watch has someone getting pregnant, or unable to get pregnant, or adopting, and I even have friends and family talking about trying for children.

It’s torture, I tell you!

Also, for those of you who know a thing or two about Canadian immigration, here’s a stumper. I know I’m not allowed to take a job in Canada until I’m legally allowed to. But what about telecommuting for an American company? I’ve been thinking about it lately, and think it would work well if I did a transcription job online (I’ve found a few leads) for a company in the states - it would make decent money and might just be the little “nudge” we need to move on with our lives.

Any advice?