Then again, maybe I won't...

Remember a long, long time ago (yesterday), when I said I "no longer feel threatened" by all the babies and that I have surrendered to it?

Lies.

Bold-faced lies, my friends.

I thought that's how I felt, but that is before I went to my cousin's daughter's first birthday party. Where I was the only single person and one of the only people not toting a baby. Most of those people were guys I went to high school with, the popular, fun-loving, heavy-drinking crew that you never thought would settle down with one girl, let alone settle all the way into fatherhood. Those guys and their wives, most of them with various levels of baby weight and beautiful, smiling cherubs balanced on their hips.

And now I feel a little bit bad about my life choices...like I am not part of the secret, special club that I really do want to be a member of some day. To make matters worse, on my way home, I called one of my perpetually single friends, The Rockstar, who, granted, I have not hung out with in a few months, and she is celebrating her boyfriend's birthday tonight. Boyfriend. So now I am obviously the only single person in the world. Which, let's face it, will make marriage and subsequent procreation difficult.