Raw

When You’re Waiting

And now my Amazon suggestions all feature baby and nursery related items. Thanks, Moment of Baby Fever. Thanks for that.


We’re waiting because we choose to wait – together in mutual agreement. That doesn’t negate the feelings I sometimes get, whether you call it baby fever, mothering, nesting, God’s call to motherhood – pick a title. They all basically mean the same thing.

Most of the time it’s really easy to wait. GW and I have only been married a year and are enjoying togetherness. We take vacations and go on trips, we eat at fancy restaurants – you know, in peace and quiet, no distractions, no embarrassments, no screaming monsters of adorableness…

But sometimes it sneaks up on me. I visit my friends who are moms or grammoms and snuggle their wittle bundles of adorableness. People tell me “You’re a natural!” “Is this a sign, hmm?” “Careful! Babies are contagious!” *Hint, hint; wink, wink; elbow, elbow*

And sometimes I go on Amazon stocking up my baby wishlist. Because, yes, we’re waiting, and I’m good with that. But I still have feelings.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin