I have baby fever. It all started when one of my best girlfriends, Ashley, told me she was expecting. Not only was I the first person she shared the news with, but I was also going to be the madrina! I was excited, shocked and nervous all at the same time. I was going to be a mother! Ok…a godmother….it still counts, right?
Next stop: Babies R Us. With the baby shower rapidly approaching, I had to find the perfect gift. I wanted to go all out. But the process felt like torture. After weighing out the pros and cons of almost every item in stock, I went with a play pen. Along with that play pen one more thing came home with me that afternoon – baby fever.
By the time the baby shower rolled around, my baby fever was out of control. Ashley looked beautiful; she was glowing! And I wondered if I would glow the same when my time came. When it was time to open gifts, I couldn’t take it anymore. All I could think of was BABIES!
Days followed and I saw babies everywhere. Pregnant women, pregnancy commercials, baby carriages: it was freaking me the hell out. I’d log onto Facebook and Instagram only to see that former classmates were with child. I began looking for baby names online. The sponsored advertisements were all baby related!
Finally, reality struck. The idea of having a baby is cute and all, but I’m only 20 years old. I’m working on my second degree. I want to be comfortable with where I am in life; that’s done with my studies, with a stable job within the media studies field and of course, out of my mother’s household. My main concern is getting myself together before shit goes down. Besides, Mami would kill me – and a baby can’t raise itself.