Baby bug bites again

No, I am NOT pregnant, and yes I'm sure. But, that being said...I've been bit by the baby bug. I'm writing about this here because I'm pretty confident none of my coworkers read my blog. If they do, I'll thank them to keep this information confidential.
Why am I writing about something so personal? Because I have to or my head will explode.

I WANT A BABY!

It's not the most logical. I mean, financially it's not the smartest choice right now. It'd probably be best to wait another year. But none of that matters because I want a freakin baby!!! And hearing about friends lately who are announcing their pregnancies has been making me want one even more. I notice all the pregnant women everywhere, and I think, "Awwww! lucky!"
I've been feeling this little urge to have a baby recently and Brandon & I have been discussing what would be good timing for our family. I've been pretty content to just continue a conversation about it. And then yesterday, I decided to clean out my desk drawer & found this:

would you just look at those chubby cheeks!? (hers, not mine)

and this:

Those pictures were taken the first week back from maternity leave, when Abby was 12 weeks old. 12 weeks! Look how freakin' adorable she was! I mean she's very adorable now, even more so I'd say. But she's a completely different kid. Back then she was this helpless tiny chub of a baby and now? Now she's an independent goofy toddler who is into everything, who prefers to eat carmel for dinner instead of protein, who uses a fork to eat my salad instead of her hands to eat her pizza, who can go an entire day without milk, when back then she survived solely on milk. They change so much so fast! And the only thing stopping me from having another baby RIGHT THIS INSTANT (well 9 months from this instant) is the fact that I know said baby will also grow up way too fast. Sigh...but I still want one :)