I gots da baby fever

Now I have a confession to make.

I gots the baby fever.

Okay, so I'm only 20, but hey, biological clocks start ticking earlier and earlier these days, right?

{see pinterest board: kiddos}

This hippie is clearly my future child...

All these mama bloggers out there with the cute baby bellies are givin’ me the fever.

Then the ones with 9 kids and counting showcasing darling pictures of their tykes with spaghetti sauce all over their noggins or crayon masterpieces gracing their family room walls (Cute, right?)

I mean, if you can disregard the late night screaming, getting slim to nil hours of shuteye, the poop, and the fact I would have to push it out myself (ouch), they are pretty adorable creatures.

I've even started brainstorming names. This list began as a freshman in high school, scary I know. I made the executive decision to name all of my girls by boy’s names. (To make them suffer through childhood like their mama) haha, kidding, my name is rad.

Girls: Dylan, Ryley, Ashton, Avery, Blake, Kylar, Brooklyn, Nevaeh, Jayden, Audra, Khia, Kamdyn, Addisyn, Aidan, Kyle, Cameron, Eden, Kai, Kayden, Payton, Collette

Boys: Braison, Taylor, Brody, Callaway, Clayton, Cole, Dalton, Kiel, Ayden, Brayden, Alton, Karson, Alden, Brady, Corbin, Keaten, Carmen

Disclaimer: Hipster baby names may or may not have influenced some of these.

After I saw Cheaper by the Dozen at the ripe old age of eleven, I was determined to one day have twelve kids of my own. Just for funsies.

What will your baby look like? Simply upload a picture of yourself and your hunny (Or Ryan Gosling, whichever you prefer) I chose the latter.

Can we say Yikes?

Okay, so I realize I might not be ready to carry a beach ball for 9 months and then raise it for 18 years to eternity. So, for motherhood prep, I figured maybe I could get a puppy or a hamster.

Well, puppies are expensive and hamsters smell.

I decided I’d just start with keeping a bamboo plant alive.

water + sunshine = happy vegetation.... right?

Wrong. Say bye bye to Ralph.

Signs you are too young for a baby:

1. You spend 87% of your time on a college campus.

2. You don’t have $100 cash monay in the bank.

3. You can't even take care of a pet.

4. Or yourself.

5. Or a bamboo plant.

Perhaps I should hold off a while longer?

Thoughts? Concerns?
Now here's to hoping (wishing, praying) none of my college boy prospects read my blog....cuz lord knows all my exes do.