Oh, no. This I am not ready for.

As a mom, I am generally very happy with the growth of my children. I enjoy talking to them now as they get older, like engaging in activities they couldn't do as toddlers. I encourage their development into young adults. Don't get me wrong, I love babies, but I really enjoy older children too.

But I had a major case of baby fever this weekend while garage saling that took me by surprise and I know what triggered it.

At one sale, while browsing through clothes in my daughter's size, I realized there was a tank top with a built-in bra among the other things.

I can't not record here what went through my mind at that moment. Let's just say, I was not ready for that at this particular moment. I know they push things down the age scale more and more these days, but this is ridiculous. She is seven.

After that, the tables of pink baby blankets looked particularly sweet, and the brightly colored baby toys had a certain draw that I can't explain.

To keep myself sane, I have decided that the bra tank was an aberration. But I will play dollies with her a little more enthusiastically, let her brush my hair more often, and snuggle as often as possible because it would appear that things are changing, just a little sooner than I expected.