The Babies Don’t Have Rabies!

by Jill

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, 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.

 I’m  the one with a condition, not the babies. The babies are alright.

You can read more about me here.

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