My name is Mrs. Pearl and I am a baby stalker.
That is my husband’s (eeeee, just getting used to saying that!) term of endearment for me regarding my absolute infatuation with babies. I love ’em. They smell great — like baby powder, milk, and sweetness. They’re soft. They’re adorable. I can pretty much find a baby in any crowd and make eyes with them the whole time.
Don’t get me wrong — I know that babies aren’t always fun and games. I used to really not want to have children and if I did, not for years and years. Over the last year, Mr. Pearl and I have talked a bunch about having a baby. It was fun when it was what we would talk about — how our biracial baby would be super cute with the potential for green eyes, how our baby would be so smart, how it would be bilingual.
Now that we’re married, we’ve been absolutely bombarded with questions about when we’re going to have a baby. To put it in perspective, our wedding ceremony ended at about 6:00PM. We had the first person clamoring for a baby around 8:45! Since then, I’ve had aunts, siblings, family friends, and everyone in between asking when we’re having a baby. We’ve only been married for 9 days, people!!
I had people warn me of this phenomenon, but I didn’t realize it was so pervasive. At first I thought it was strange (and to some extent, I still think it is strange to question people about their reproductive choices), but I’ve come to realize that people are just so happy to see couples in love that they figure the logical extension is babymaking. No kids for us any time soon, but nothing wrong with getting some practice.