Baby Mama Drama

Okay, so I don't have a baby and I'm not a mama. I wish that wasn't true though. That's where the drama comes in. Why is it that it seems like people who don't want babies or are terrible parents are the ones that get blessed with their own little bundles of joy? What about the people who try and try and just can't conceive? What about people like me who hear their clocks ticking so loudly that they're practically deaf? Yes, I know that I will eventually have my own little brood of misfits, but I'm becoming very impatient. He says that I'm being silly and upsetting myself unecessarily. He just doesn't understand that I have this void that I'm eager to fill as soon as possible. Some people say that finding a significant other completes their life and that they are finally happy and fulfilled. Others might say that being in the right career or having the right job provides them with the full cup that they desire. Then there is that third group of people. The people in this group, of which I am happy to be a part of, know that they were put on this earth for one reason and one reason only. To bear children and raise them to be independent, happy, healthy, and loving individuals. I've known this about myself since I was tyke. I have always wanted to be a mother, always wanted to feel what it's like to be pregnant, to give birth, to feel that overwhelming love for something that I've created and am responsible for. I want to feel the pride that parents feel when they see their children take their first steps, speak their first words, go to their first day of kindergarten, graduate high school, earn a college degree, fall in love, and then have children of their own. Yes, I am with the man that I love. Yes, I have a job that I love. It's not enough and will never be until I have a family of my own. I'm ready to start the next stage of life and when he finally gives me the green light, I'll be the first one out of the starting gate.