Baby Talk

It's strange that there was a discussion about newborns and babies at lunch, though not entirely surprising. C.E. and C.L. are parents of relative newborns, while D.R. is expecting (which, by the way, we have several pools for, contact me at my work account if you want in on that action and you work with me). As with much of my life, I listen to what is important to everyone else, and feel disconnected from it. Someday, I'll want to raise two kids (single child is too lonely, which I learned the hard way, while three outnumbers the parents). However, best case scenario, it would be at least nine months and one day from now, and seeing as how I'm currently alone in my apartment, maybe nine months and two days is more realistic.

How do I relate? I've not had a pet since I was four. When I'm drinking with others, I'm usually keeping tabs on the drunkest, belligerent, "olympic champion" drunks, so it's sort of like taking care of a baby, but you can't leave a baby near a toilet and hope everything will be OK in the morning. I do what I can to make sure everyone, if not happy, is at least not outright dissatisfied with matters. I have no frame of reference.

This is what is referred to as an Outside Context Problem, though I exaggerate, as is my tendency. What should I do, aside from nod my head and say OK? Who knows? On a somewhat unrelated note, why would M.B. suggest that J.R. and Z.M. (now roommates) have a child together (keeping in mind they're both females and not lesbians)? That was quite possibly the most insane thing I've heard all week, and I live in my own mind.