Insert Cuteness Squeal of Death

So it seems like everyone these days is having babies. Well. Not everyone. But a lot of people. Aaaaand they're having adorable little monsters. Not your garden variety kid. And if not everyone is having kids, it seems that everywhere I look I see cute kids, boy and girl, that get my mommy emotions going. The other day I saw the most ADORABLE little boy. He was about 2, and he was already flirting with the girls. It was way cute. A few days later, Mark saw a little blonde girl that made him think seriously about wanting a girl (which, if you don't know Mark, is amazing in its own right. He'd rather not have kids period, but he's dead set on having a boy if we do walk that path.) So, all that to say, I WANT A KID! Well. Not now. Not soon. But someday. When all of this graduate bullshit is behind me and I have entered into my chosen career. At this point I'm resigned to accept my likely fate as a mother of boys, because Mark's family is dominated by males. His father had eight brothers and no sisters, and all have had at least one boy, if not more. But if God would smile on me and grant me a green-eyed, black-haired little princess, I think I would be the happiest person on the planet. Well, I suppose that concern is years away at this point. We'll see.