Making Babies

I feel like my discussions over the last 30 hours or so have revolved around making babies. I love the term "making babies". I got it from Cassius, a very-close-to-crazy British guy that I dated for two months in Australia in late 2003. Every time he wanted to have sex he said he wanted to "give me his babies". Like his dashing good looks and obsessive partying, it was part of his charm.

Since then I took the saying on as my own, and when I'm hot for someone I now tell them I want to Make Babies with them. I think most people get it. Marshall, on the other hand, always asks if we can start with puppies first. Yesterday I clarified with him that I am not actually looking to produce children. I just want to hump him. But still, I like to call it Making Babies. Marshall pointed out that we would have beatiful babies. Beautiful crazy-eyed bambino babies. Whatever. Just hump me.

Then last night Mom and I got into a big discussion about me and my best (girl)friend making a baby. I am actually referring to a child now. She and I have been thinking about it for about four years now, and every year it seems like a more reasonable possibility. This January she sat me down and assured me that I didn't have to fear losing my life. I could still be the whore I am and it was ok. That made me feel better.

Tonight I discussed it with my sister (mother of three) over some very stiff vodka drinks, and she had a couple great stories about making babies. First, she told me about a transgender man who is pregnant. His name is Thomas Beatie, and he legally transitioned from female to male 10 years ago. Then he married a woman, but she couldn't have children. Thankfully, he still had his uterus, so he decided to carry their baby. He's pregnant now. Here is the beautiful bearded mother/father to be:

Then my sister told me an even better story. Let me preface this by saying that she has very interesting friends. Ok, so this one girlfriend of hers had a long-term boyfriend, and they wanted to have a baby but she couldn't get pregnant. So she asked her sister to carry the baby, and her sister agreed. But three months after the baby was born, the girl broke up with her boyfriend, and even though she had been raising the child, showed up at her sister's house and said she didn't want to raise the baby alone. So the sister, who had two children of her own and thought she had done the favor of a lifetime for her barren sibling, got stuck raising another child. Can you imagine explaining that to the kid when it grew up?

Ok, I'm tired now. I have to go to bed. I haven't had an orgasm in over two weeks. Maybe I'll get lucky and make some babies in my sleep. Good night.