I've been adamant on here before about children. No way, no how, they're not for me. I'm selfish, shallow, stubborn, and children are sticky, smelly little creatures that I don't have much patience for. I love the fact that I can give them back to their parents after a few hours.
But.
And that's a very large but.
Ever since the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (Prince William and wife Kate Middleton, for you non-Anglophiles) were delivered of a son, His Royal Highness, Prince George, I've been dreaming about children.
As in mine.
As in being delivered of them.
I think I'm going insane.
Please tell me I'm not insane.
Except I hate to be so adamant about something, and then change my mind.
This is tearing me up inside, Dreamers.
Help. I need someone to talk me through this.
For good or bad.
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