11:15 late Thursday morning (21 July 2011)

I am desperate.

so completely and utterly desperate. I don't know why. I wish I was more laid back, more chill, or at least more patient. All I can think about is how much I want to be a parent. How good babies smell. How funny it is when they poop. How I'd be a pretty upstanding mom. How Caleb and I would make adorable children.

Who am I and what have you done with me?