What a difference a day makes

I'm pretty okay today. I am a little peeved about boobies, though, so I will have to chat with myself about that later.

The holidays are a definite roller coaster. I have felt fairly bi-polar for the last couple weeks. I have ovaries in overdrive, hormones kickin' in (it is my sexual peak, you know), people analyzing my dates, me analyzing my dates, a dwindling cold, a yo-yo of weights, a desire to vegetate and a desire to take up some kind of martial art.

The kicker? Today, I had brunch with my best friend and we saw these two kids, brother and sister, about 6 and 7 playing on video games at the restaurant. But whatever they were playing required styluses so I theorized that they were actually writing dissertations.

And I got an ovary pang.

I want genius children.

I AM A NORMAL WOMAN! I want babies! When I see a baby I want, I do ache for it, just like all my friends! I just need the right stimulus: a child with glasses and a palm pilot.