ah...babies. it seems that everyone these days is either planning to get pregnant, newly post-partum, or just recently knocked up. ann and dabney suppose that it is only natural that people keep asking about their own current non-breeder status. beyond fantasy, ann and dabney just can't get on the same page timing-wise. when ann is ready, dabney is horrified by the thought. when dabney is willing, ann just hasn't been quite there. when they finally do agree, then they know that that'll be the time. in the meantime, dab's mom thinks they should harvest their eggs. coming soon: a short list of fantasy surrogates.
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Fantasy surrogates?! What am I, chopped liver?
Guess I'll just carry some stranger's baby instead.
Diego started the baby discussion with me over our anniversary dinner a couple of weeks ago. I nearly spit out my champagne! I still feel like a kid--how am I s'posed to raise one?!
I'm thinking it might also be a good idea to put some ova on ice--saving for a rainy day.
ova on ice. sounds like a great cocktail...
No, you're thinking of Riunite on ice...Riunite, so nice!
Right here - free babysitting- you KNOW who to call. Except I might kidnap the baby. I need a baby. SOMEONE GIVE ME A BABY. (phew hormonal interlude).
Yes, wait, what were we discussing? babies. Yes. lovely. You should have one, or two. OMG they would be so munchable. Think of all the booties.
yes, this child would be awash with booties, binkies, and beanies.
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