Guest Post by: Abby Waller
We are not pregnant.
We are, however, in full-on we-want-a-baby-give-us-a-baby-now-now-now mode.
All of our friends know this. I think, really, most are rooting for us and excited by the idea of their favorite lesbian couple having a little liberal bundle of joy. Upon having dinner, going shopping, or something similar with one of our two gal-pal besties they’ll ask things like, “pregnant yet?”
My bestie, who already has an insanely cute kid of her own, is a great asset to our baby-planning. She offers up all sorts of sage advice and is totally fine with us being over-adoring aunt types to her energetic tike. Since she has gone through pregnancy herself, is a phenomenal mother, and an all around helpful gal — we feel pretty confident she’ll be there for us when we call her, sleep-deprived and crazed, because we have no idea how to get our newborn baby to stop wailing.
My lady’s bestie is in the same gimme-a-baby-now-now-now boat. She’s a great asset to our baby-planning because she and my missus are extremely close and both want babies like, right this very second. Seriously, I’m pretty sure if she and my wife could…they’d get pregnant at the exact same time so that they could go through the entire experience together.
Yep, we’ve got it bad. I find myself wandering into baby clothing stores and holding up little onesies and teeny-tiny chuck taylors with a stupid grin on my face. I wonder how a person could ever be that small. I wonder how on earth my itty-bitty wife can grow something so precious in her belly. I want to buy all the monster pjs and tees with puppies on them but put them back on the rack because…after all, we’re just not quite there yet.
But is it completely ridiculous and just stupid to start “preparing” now? Is it overly silly to give in to the desire to buy the occasional irresistibly precious baby item? We just can’t help ourselves. Sure, sometimes it blows up in our faces — case in point: We’ve had our girl baby name picked out for about five years now, only to find out that it has shot up the charts in popularity. As discovered on our anniversary trip to Pennsylvania, according to nameberry.com, Penelope is the SIXTH most popular name in the U.S. right now. DAMMIT. We’d completely fallen in love with this name, but we sure as hell don’t want our kid to go to school with a garbillion other Penelopes. Granted, we only have a 50% chance of having a girl…but if we did, we would have had our name all picked out. So…back to the drawing board. After grabbing ice cream at the always delicious Bev’s Homemade, we passed by Chop Suey Books and I spotted a light read on the $1 rack right outside of their shop.
Sure, it was riddled with movie-star and pop-sensation names like Apple or Joplin but it was bound to have at least one or two gems in it. Somewhat surprisingly, we did circle a few names. Nothing has hit us like a bolt of lightening, but we’ve got a while.
In the meantime if we happen to come across an awesome vintage baby rocker, we’ll do what any lesbian with baby-fever would do. Buy it. Clean it. Restain it…and keep on preparing for the day when the stork will finally make a stop at our home.
This post was submitted by Abby Waller. You can read Abby’s writing at ISpyRVA
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