Baby Fever?

Oh my. I'm sitting on the couch blogging while my potatoes cook and my husband is outside working on the driveway. I'll be 23 in less than two weeks and I can't shake the baby fever. When I was 18, I pictured myself finding a nice guy at around 25, getting married in my late twenties, having babies at around 30. I met Welder Guy a few months before my 19th birthday and all of that went out the window. We were together for 3 years before he proposed (right before my 22nd birthday), and 4 months ago we got married, just shy of 4 years together. I swear the night of our wedding, we got home, sat on the couch to open gifts and all I could hear was "tick tock tick tock." I'm 22 years old! I'm not ready to have babies. Our house isn't finished. Welder Guy isn't back at Sierra. I work at Starbucks! Nothing is in order for having babies. We own a 2 bedroom house, but rent the spare bedroom out... So this child that I want doesn't even have a bedroom at this point. Everything in my head says "you're crazy! you're young! what the hell are you thinking? not now!" and my heart just really wants a baby. I feel so bad for Welder Guy. I keep making jabs at him about it. Not to be mean, but to make him want one too. It's not even his "permission" I seek... I just want him to realize that it wouldn't be all bad... then I think I would have the ability to let it go for a while. Just knowing he wants one would make my want so much less. Everywhere we go, there is a pregnant lady... or a lady with a new baby. It's driving me crazy! Ok, back to reality... I just needed to vent!