Tick tock, tick tock. Can you hear it? That is the sound of my husband’s biological clock.
Yes, it’s true. My husband has baby fever and I’m still feeling luke-warm on the issue. I’ve talked to friends and the same thing seems to be happening: more and more men are oohing and awing over babies and putting the pressure on the women-folk to settle down and pop out some kids. I’m sure there is some scientific study out there that talks about how women are pursuing their careers and putting motherhood off for longer and yada, yada, yada. I’m sure that is true in a lot of cases: we get married later, work on our careers more, and always figure that motherhood can wait and will be there when we are ready. What really boggles my mind though, is how baby fever has taken hold of my husband. Let me give you some examples:
Location: Whole Foods
Date & Time: Saturday around 12:30 PM
Scene: The hubby and I are walking around Whole Paycheck (ahem- Foods) picking up a few necessities like almond butter and specialty cheeses. All of a sudden, we hear a giggle. Not just any giggle. Imagine the cutest, most adorable baby giggle you can think of and multiply it by 10. This little baby’s infectious laugh could be heard all throughout the store. (I have to admit, it was pretty precious) Upon hearing the most adorable baby giggle x 10, my husband turns to me with big doe eyes and says, “Don’t you want one of those?” I shrug my shoulders and tell him maybe once we know where we’ll be in the next 6 months we can talk about it.
Location: Raspberry Picking
Date & Time: A Saturday afternoon in August
Scene: The hubby and I are with friends at a U-Pick it farm. We are struggling to find any raspberries worth taking home. The pickin’s were slim! Then we see it: a cute Connecticut family. The hubby turns and gives me a longing look. I try to ignore his look as we go in to the next row of forlorn raspberries. Then we hear it. A darling little voice saying, “Daddy, I don’t ever want to leave. I want to pick raspberries forever.” I know what’s coming…the look! The longing look of “isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your whole thirty years of living” and I can’t escape it. Then the hubby says, “See, don’t you want a daughter? Baby B would be so cute, just like that little girl”. I retort with, “Yeah, but what about when Baby B is screaming and crying because we actually make her leave the raspberry farm. You still want one when it’s doing that?”
Yes, I refer to babies as “it” or “them”. Charming, right? I do think it’s great that my husband wants to start a family and that he is in to kids. I know I’m lucky because a lot of people don’t have that. I just wish his biological clock wasn’t going tick tock like the Glockenspiel in Munich. Like I said, I am starting to warm to the idea of putting a baby up in my belly (if I’m lucky enough to be able to). I’m not pushing off motherhood because of a career, in reality it is more about my own fears. But that’s a whole other post in and of itself!
Seriously folks, these baby fever interactions totally amuse me. It’s like a movie, Attack of the Baby Fever! The same situation plays out in something similar to the above at least once a week, but the movie version would play out something like this: A mob of cute babies are following me down a dark alley. Then my husband’s googly eyed face comes on the screen and he asks over and over “Don’t you want a Baby B?” I start to run away and then the babies engulf me with their coos and laughter. The scene starts spinning like a scene out of Vertigo and then I wake up with sweat beads streaming down my forehead. Relieved it was a dream, I look over to my husband and he is awake and looking at me me with those same googly eyes. He says he has a suprise and brings Baby B into the room. Then, of course, I let out a good old fashioned blood curtling scream.
Oh, how different we are from the 1950’s couple of yesteryear.