I was aiming to do a ghost post a day. Something spooky or icky. Something fun or awful. But now it's the 5th and I've failed miserably so I'll just promise myself to get one up every five days.
Or so.
Today I'll start small.
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I think if I put you all in a room and asked for a show of hands from anyone who thinks they might be haunted by Ghost Babies I'd get a pretty good number of you reaching upwards.
I think.
Maybe.
I'm willing to bet that of those of us haunted like this, all of our Ghost Babies are different.
Babies we've lost. By choice or by chance. Babies we want. Babies we don't. Babies we will. Babies we won't. Babies we aren't quite sure about. Ghost Baby Spirits hanging out in your house, waiting for a body to fill. Looking for the body they used to own..
Babies in waiting. Waiting to be wanted. Waiting to live. Waiting to be loved. To be made. To be born.
Tiny half babies swimming in our bellies. In your balls. In a tube somewhere between Point In and Point Out.
Babies who used to live in our house but aren't babies anymore. We still pick coins off the floor so no one eats them and buy food that goes down easy so no one chokes. Make sure there is milk. Peanut butter. Cookies.
Lots of Ghost Babies lying around. Toddling around.
In our chairs. Up our stairs.
Very late at night you might hear them. Smell them. See them. Feel them. Taste them.
You've never tasted a baby?
They are delicious.
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I still feel the little souls.
They fly at me at the strangest times and take my breat away.
I feel them. Waiting to be born. Waiting to have life.
And they will always wait.
I must admit, even though I don't want kids right now, I felt a stirring in my nether regions when you mentioned that I have ghost babies in my balls.
Babies are like sponges, no matter how clean they are you should not eat them.
Jon's comment just made me snarf my gulp of water.
I don't think I've felt ghost babies anytime, however I have felt lots of old lady ghosts around me. I keep thinking maybe it's my grandmothers, or at least hoping... I don't know how I feel about someone else's g-ma haunting me.
I have tasted baby. It tastes like chicken. Oh god. I can't believe I said that. I couldn't resist and now I'm the weird baby-eating new commenter but I don't really eat babies. I did lick one once. Okay, okay - more than once. I should probably just stop now, right?
Babies are totally bite-able. Eat-able? Not so much. I was going to say I don't really feel ghost babies, either, but then when you went into the description of the possibilities I could follow some of them, I suppose. Except I don't have balls. I mean, I have cojones, but not balls. ;) They count?
I so love Halloween, too, the whole month of October pretty much rocks, so I hope it's a good one for you!
It's true, babies are delicious! Ever notice how much time people spend putting their mouths on babies? Kissing their faces, necks, bellies. Nibbling toes and ears and fingers. They are absolutely delectable.
Did you know that Halloween falls on a Sunday this year? How fabulously blasphemous!
Get out of my mind, you!
I'm haunted by food babies.
i ate mah babeh.
AM I the only person who never had a desire to eat my babies? They were always spitting up - a lot. Not exactly appetizing.
I always say "I'll eat you up I love you so."
A couple of weeks ago I found these little knit boobies I had for my little babies and I cried.
Loverly post.
October is the best month of the year!
Thanks for the kind words, Lora. You're no biznatch but if you go as one for Halloween, please send pics.
This is sweet and spooky.
I miscarried just once. And I went on to have another child, but I think about it a lot.
Okay, this made me Cry! I am so haunted by my Ghost Baby who would have turned 11 this December, bless her little soul.
This pushed me over the edge to write about the 2nd ghost baby. Thanks.
I would be no good as a Mom. I will raise a child straight to the cuckoo nest.
But I think I am doing part for Babies, the unborn ones, the grown ones, and babies at all the other stages,.. pretty sure I am trying to do my part. Just hope it is enough for now. Maybe I will eventually be a Mother. God has mercy on that little person's soul.
What becomes of all those ghost babies at midnight? All Saints Day is next (my birthday - didn't I have a lucky escape!?)so I hope they will become little angels in waiting instead.
I have no idea why, but I teared up a little when I read this... maybe the part of babies that grew up... it was beautiful.
And, oh, yes, my babies were *delicious*.
I am haunted by ghost babies all the time. There's nothing more that I want than to have babies running around my house. Crawling around with the cat, sticking thier little fingers into everything, and snuggling up in my loving arms. Someday...I hope.
There's no escaping them.
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