I’ve Got a Fever and the Only Cure is More Baby
I walked out my front door today on my way to work and was greeted by two tiny birds in crisis gracing my steps. One was looking not so alive, and the other was heaving and looking dazed. I think this is a sign that someone is coming for dinner.
I guess should get out a hunk of the feral pig we have crammed in our freezer and think of a way to cook it.
We watched Children of Men last night and it made me want to hurry up and get pregnant just to make sure I still can. Combine that with the birth of a delicious looking baby boy to my childhood friend, Lily and what you’ll have on your hands is a case of Baby Fever reaching bowel impacting proportions. Maybe I should borrow one for a few days in order to come back to my senses. “They” should start a baby lending service for women with The Fever who are not ready to take on parenthood. I would totally sign up, get my fix, and move on with my life.
Most of the time I feel pretty good about raising free range animals, growing our own food, composting our feces, and riding my bike to work, but like Schindler, I feel like I don’t do enough when I read this guy’s blog. No Impact Man! Sounds like a super hero. And he is, in a way. The kind we need today. Go check him out and then beat yourself up about not going without toilet paper too.