Anticipation

So here is something to contemplate:
at this time next year, Mr. Lolly and I will be getting ready to have a baby. Or perhaps I will already be pregnant. This thought keeps popping into my head at random moments. For example, all my pre-weight loss clothing is in the basement, to be used as future maternity wear. Yesterday, I wore a dress over my jeans and I actually paused as I looked in the mirror, pondering what a great pregnancy look the whole dress over pants thing is. Of course, at my job (the same one I have had for the past 4 years) I see babies and small children all the time. However, over the past year or so I have really begun to look at children differently. All of a sudden, I can imagine what it would be like to be a mom. Sometimes I look at pictures of infants and I actually get teary-eyed. I guess this is what they mean by the ticking of the biological clock. I am thirty, after all (as hard as it is to believe sometimes.)