In the stroller was your standard adorable toddler, but this time, it produced a slightly different reaction from me. I felt something — a flip of the switch or some equivalent. For a second, I actually pondered what it would be like to have one.

I mean really think about it, to the point where even my sexual fantasies— remember the 30-something power surge is in full effect right now— were permeated with the idea of conception. Motherhood — childbirth included — figures nowhere into my grand scheme of things. It was never even a blip on the radar.

Why I'm having these thoughts here and now, I can't help but wonder. It always seems as if life has decided to interfere with my progress at the most inopportune times. Here I am, halfway between thesis hell and the next step — whatever that may be. I have no viable income, no significant other (and no insignificant other, for that matter), with this strange tick and no idea what to make of it.

Nothing. That's what I suppose I'll make of it. Maybe if I ignore the twinge, it will go away. I should also try to imagine myself pregnant, or better yet — I should envision the childbirth process. I'm sure that will quash the thoughts. Onward and upward...