Old enough.

Today I asked an older woman if she had kids. When she said no she asked me if I had any. That was a first for me, but I guess it's age appropriate as a 28-year-old.

Crap, this blog is rapidly morphing into "filthy babies." Damn you biological clock. Leave me alone!

Baby fashionista.

When I have a baby, I am totally going to make it wear hoodies with ears and classic winnie the pooh gear at all times.

And of course USC gear. I mean duh. Except no daughter of mine will wear a song girl outfit until she's of appropriate Halloween ho-ing age (as in when she is a freshman at USC). Little girls should be wearing football jerseys. Teach them to be strong women first, then they can ho it up later in life, when they choose to do so.

Those are retardedly cute. Ok, ovaries, stop making me baby crazy now! Gahhhhhh!

Creepy.

This whole thing with professionally done pregnancy photo shoots is creeping me out. Maybe I'm a bit of a traditionalist, but I think photos of your growing bare belly should be saved for your close family, not facebook. Ew. That and sonagram photos. Putting everything on facebook makes it less special in my mind. While I'm definitely a big facebook poster, I also (generally) know what my audience wants to see and what they don't.

My solution? Start a baby blog. I know I myself plan to do this. I may not add the bare belly pictures, but I fully intend to track my belly changes with time, add photos of my kids, relay random anecdotes. Maaaaaybe post a sonogram photo. It's really just about knowing your audience. If you have the link to my baby blog, you're probably going to be a part of my close friends or family and not just any ol' weird friend of mine on facebook that I probably don't actually know. I mean, who knows what those people do with your pictures on facebook. Think about it; we grant so much access to our lives but we don't really think about the scope of how that information can be used. I know I'm an open book, but there are certain things that just creep me out.