more about babies...duh :)

Whilst at the doc's office on Monday in came a new mom with her baby boy that was probably 6 weeks old maximum.  This baby was delicious.  So teeny weeny in his little socks and pants.  He also had the hiccups.  It was kind of the most precious thing I've ever seen.  I wanted to eat him.  As I was staring at him (for far too long, might I add...I was like that creepy guy that stares at a hot chick a little too long) I had this realization that holy crap we could have one of those.  I know that sounds so weird...like, what the hell do you think you've been working toward, crazy lady, but I've been so in the world of "getting pregnant" that I almost forgot what the end prize was.  My life right now is about living in 2 week increments, science (I knew I should have paid better attention to science class) and statistics.  2 weeks from the start of your cycle to the day you ovulate then two weeks from the day you ovulate to the day you find out yes or no. Not to mention all the signs you pay attention to in those two week increments.  Oh, that was a weird cramp, or a flutter! Omg what does this mean?!?!?! Oh, it means nothing?  Rad!  Then, Ok let's talk about my anatomy to make sure all is working right. Poke, prod, etc. Then the statistics and odds that actually aren't in your favor.  There's only a 20% chance of getting pregnant each cycle (shout out to teen mom and 16 and pregnant...) that's not a lot in case anyone was wondering ;) So with all that that's been going on I kind of forgot what we get in the end.  A little baby with hiccups and a fierce jew fro :)