Everybody, calm down.
My babies don’t have rabies.
This is not a tragic blog about my struggles as a mother raising rabid children.
We don’t need a fundraiser.
We are not contagious.
Baby Rabies, according to Urban Dictionary:
(n) the name given to the lapse of sanity in which a person feels that s/he absolutely MUST have a baby in the very near future, and will often go to great lengths to get pregnant and will bitch constantly about wanting a baby in the meantime. Usually happens in women, but men get it occasionally, as well.
It’s a term I saw used on message boards before I ever thought I’d actually want children. Once the rabies started to take over me, I had to laugh and embrace it. I started this blog to vent these crazy, rabid, baby-producing thoughts that I couldn’t tell anyone else.
I’ve been “rabid” about my babies ever since.
So, really, I’m the one with a condition, not the babies. The babies are alright.Powered by Sidelines