half on a baby

Babies are all around me. And you know I'm not one for babies. Toddlers, I can kick it with- they're so imaginative. I remember babysitting Sophie, with her crazy outfits and impressionist art. That's on my level. But helpless little fragile looking putty things never really interest me. I know my mind will change if I have my own, but that ain't no time soon. I dreamt that my dad's wife was pregnant, which is scary considering I'm the oldest of mannnnnnnnny siblings. I met Jordyn, a high school friend's wide eyed daughter. A very close friend is pregnant. My manager has a five month old. They're everywhere. The other day I had an ephiphany about my children's names. Why? Je ne sais pas, my dear. But where I previously only wanted little boys, my exciting names have given me a new interest in little girls (pron. gyouls, circa Annie, the Musical).
Here they are. DON'T STEAL THEM YOU FERTILE BLOG SNOOPERS.
roisin simone
stella rose (if there is no roisin involved)
zoe solenn
jade logan
phoebe vaughn

That's a lot of random broads! Luckily I have a number of years to par down the list and improve the selection. Maybe tonight I'll have a vision about the son and cat's name.