I have baby fever. I laughed the day Lana told me the same thing four years ago. It was a few days before her 30th birthday. We were walking to our favorite neighborhood hot dog joint when she almost melted at the site of a baby in a stroller.
“Oh my gosh, Elyse, did you see that little girl? She is adorable.”
I looked at her cross-eyed. I couldn’t believe my ears. Lana had never been one to coo over babies. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t kicking babies on the sidewalk, but she always had an indifferent attitude toward them.
“Where is Lana and who took her?”
“It’s strange. Everywhere I look, I see babies. I want one.”
I was shocked at the revelation. Lana always seemed more interested in her career. She worked a lot and as a result was very successful at her age.
“I think my biological clock is ticking.”
“That really happens?” I asked.
The first time I had heard about the elusive clock was as a young girl. I was watching Look Who’s Talking. At the time, I didn’t fully understand the concept but I wasn’t worried. I was going to get married right after college and have babies in my late twenties. Timing was never a question.
I’ve always known I wanted a family. I played dolls and house regularly as a little girl. My Christmas list was littered with the necessities – doll clothes, strollers and diapers. I wanted the real deal, well as close as I could get. I remember the smell of a fresh diaper. It was a sweet perfume. I would learn later as a teenager babysitting, that smell didn’t last long in real life. In fact, I regularly gagged changing diapers, but it didn’t deter my want for children.
Even though I want kids, I didn’t feel magnetized toward them like Lana did. I thought she was crazy so I teased her often about her newfound baby fever. What I didn’t realize is that as the years passed, I would soon be experiencing the same fever.
It’s a strange phenomenon to want to hug every child. I find myself smiling, fighting the urge to scoop them up and give them a twirl. I want to cuddle a baby and rock her to sleep. I want one.
I know like Lana, my fever will too pass. And the reality is as it passes so does the optimal conceiving window but I am not deterred. It’s something I have always wanted. My time will come.
Side note for my mom and dad: No worries guys, I’m hoping that ‘time’ is after I am married.