Jessa and I are going to a Renaissance Faire tomorrow. Just today, we realized that neither of us have donned a bodice in about 2 years. I don't believe that she has anything to worry about, but given that I'm having a tough time fitting into clothes I bought for last Christmas' holiday season, I'm doubtful that tomorrow is going to be a restful or easy-breathing sort of day.

Also, although I no longer say things like "I'm never having kids", at the rate my love life is going, it's not likely that I will ever have any offspring (hence my delight in my brother's kids). And I'm ok with that. Like any other intelligent decision, I'm aware of what I'm giving up and what I'm gaining by my lifestyle. To make it easier, somewhere along the line, my biological clock broke, so I don't need to procreate. Also, my family doesn't nag me to have kids either. Yes, I'm aware of how lucky I am.

There are moments, however, when I can physically feel what I'm missing out on, and one of them was reading the last part of this post. You need to read the rest of it for the full impact, but it's worth it.