Why babies make me turn into a weirdo

I’ll be the first to admit it: I love babies. I love how cute they are, how sweetly they smell, how warm they are when you hold them. When I think about it, I’ve always loved babies – and not just of the human variety.

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So when my friends get pregnant, I become like an overly-attached girlfriend. Suddenly I want to know what they’re eating, what their symptoms are, what they think they’ll name the baby etc.

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I start becoming that weird friend with zero boundaries.

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I also become a Doctor in all things baby despite NEVER having had a child because I love to read and sometimes articles on babies, pregnancy, etc both horrify and fascinate me. So random factoids get stuck in my brain and I feel compelled to share.

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I feel compelled to buy tons of baby-related things that I find humorous or adorable. (I am so sorry to all my friends for all the onesies and dresses I’ve bought your children)

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And I continue to harass my friends until the baby is out into the world.

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Then when the baby finally does arrive I’m like the family member no one asked for. I will assure the infant that I will be like a cool aunt, in their lives whenever they need me (which they won’t because they have a family full of REAL aunts and uncles who will do that).

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Sometimes I like to cement the idea that their entrance into this world is a miracle.  Because when you think about it, making and having a baby IS WILD. LIKE THINK ABOUT IT. ITS SO COOL. And I get excited about that, and I like to remind them that they are just at the start of their lives and the world is theirs to conquer.

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My husband… does not always share these sentiments. He loves babies, but in more of a passive way. He likes to hold sometimes, thinks babies are cute, likes to play games with them sometimes etc. But he doesn’t seem to have that particular affection I do.

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So really I guess its a good thing. He keeps me grounded and from spending thousands on onsies that no one asked for and from calling friends at 5am just because I had “a really strong feeling” that their baby would be born that morning.

Shout out to all my friends who have given birth and put up with my antics! I LOVE BEING THAT CREEPY PSEUDO-AUNT-FIGURE THAT YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR.

 

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