I figured something out this week. It's a little personal, but this explains so much that I want to share.

My body is trying to trick me into making a baby. Yep. It's true. It has taken months and months of haphazard observation to come to the realisation that every so often, I get really sad and lonely and wish I had a husband. This has been somewhat confusing to me because my general observations on the reality of marriage lead me to think it's not something I want any part of. Now, I'm not saying I want to be single forever, but it's a big leap for me to picture being married, either. Most days. But every so often, I get all daydreamy about the idea. It's also at that time that I notice my standards really plummet and some pretty shady characters start to seem like good dating prospects. Guys who I normally think are jerks become "just misunderstood". And I start whining to all my girlfriends that I want to find a guy. So now you know why I waffle. Blame that dang biological clock.