snooze.

It seems like every album on Facebook is devoted to the gestation period of the album's owner. From that first ultrasound hung up on the refrigerator and passed around at family gatherings to the weekly growth of So-and-So's baby bump to the 3D ultrasound and eventually climaxing in a snapshot of a newborn screaming and swaddled, it's all documented on Facebook for friends to see.

Now, I sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. If you subject yourself to these albums, as I do, you don't have a right to complain. In fact, I hate to say it, but... I kind of love them.

It's a fascinating process to watch-- although I'm uncertain that I could post the baby bump pictures of myself; hello, you're eating for two... I'm not sure this is the perfect time for showing off the tummy-- and I'm always excited to find out the name of everyone's baby. (Side Note: Zooey Deschanel tweeted not too long ago that the younger the mother is, the more likely the name is to have a 'y' randomly placed in it: Lyndsey, Eryka, Raygyn, etc. So true, Zooey.)

Most interesting of all are the montage of pictures posted and tagged by every family member of the new mom and dad that take over my newsfeed each day. One conclusion drawn from this demonstration of documentation: that 3D ultrasound business is a bit much. I haven't seen a kid look like the 3D image yet, and that's mainly because I haven't seen a baby so far who looks like mushed orange Play-Doh. I do like to try to determine which of the parents the new baby favors, as that's my only driving reason to have a child right now.

Yes, my biological clock seems to be ticking, but not because I'm dying to nurture and raise a child. I just have some excessively self-centered urge to see what my child would look like. And sure, the whole playing-dress-up thing would be fun too. But with the advent of Facebook and other social media, I have the privilege of seeing new mommy's status updates a few days after baby's triumphant emergence into the world. Statuses that tell me Mommy hasn't slept in days and Baby won't stop crying or can't poop or won't eat or has a cold. Few people love their sleep as much or more than me, and I can tell you that each status similar to those I've mentioned cancel out adorable pictures of a grinning, sleeping infant swaddled in smocked cuteness.

My biological alarm clock may go off from time to time, but in a most self-centered season of life, I'm more than happy to reach over and blissfully slam the snooze button. This girl needs her sleep.

Oh, and well, yes... a husband/father would help too. But I have priorities, people.