I'm going to tell you a secret. In the last two weeks, I've had two dreams about having a baby. I haven't told anybody about it, until now. I was questioning everything. Is my biological clock finally kicking in? Does this mean I'm ready to have a baby? What if Chuk doesn't want to have a baby now and I do? What if my eggs are getting too old? I've been torturing myself thinking about it all the time.
Not anymore. This morning the cat peed on the carpet in the hallway because I wasn't giving her what she wanted--wet cat food. Then this afternoon she knocked a turd out of her litter box when she was trying to bury them and I had to clean that off the carpet too.
It was enough to cure me of my baby fever. I can wait some more.
Incidentally, the best way I've found to clean up cat pee on carpet is to soak it all up with lots of paper towels. You have to step on them to really blot it well. Then when it feels dry and you can't see the mark anymore, pour a 50/50 solution of rubbing alcohol and water on the spot to eliminate the smell and keep the cat from re-marking there.