Professor Lovely was talking about babies yesterday, and looked in my general direction. Even offered a well thumbed ladybird book to help, which after closer examination, was declined, despite his assertions that it helped him on many an occassion.

I put the baby questions down to the fact that we've been married for two years bar one month and now the course is over, the questions are starting. I suppose that I have been looking around at the sproglets around me. What's that tick tock in the background? Could it be the consequential demise of potential babies? The pinging of the fallopian tubes as they lose their elasticity to age? A good friend once referred to pregnancy as a parasite feeding off your body for nine months - and technically she's right. But then I think that I might prefer pregnancy to other options.

Admittedly, I was feeling very clucky a couple of weeks ago, however soon after these thoughts come into my head, I saw a small toddler have a tantrum on Nikki scales, who then turned from red to blue, and when she reached purple, promptly threw up down her mothers top. That kinda thing makes parenthood look appealling.

Am I desperate to have a child? To be honest, I've been told so many different opinions, heard so much medical advice and listened to so many stories both good and horror, that it's getting to the point where I'm not really bothered and in point of fact, I don't really care - if something happens, then I'll go for it. If not, then I'll either do a Jolie or ram a fertility drug in my right buttock and hope for triplets!

And no matter what Girlpants says, the names Fanny, Gertrude and Belzebub will not be in the running!