...then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage

Last weekend, I attended my first wedding of friends/cousins around my age. The past few days, I've been playing with and tending to my 5-week old nephew. People keep asking me if these experiences make me want my own and/or when to expect them. I'm terribly sorry to disappoint, but the answers are no and not anytime soon. Now, don't get me wrong. My nephew is the most adorable thing ever -- particularly when he's calm -- but my own? Not for a long time. I'm perfectly content playing the auntie role, helping to cater to his every whim while I stay here for two and a half weeks, but am I mentally and emotionally prepared to be a parent? No way. Further, I tend to sleep deeply. When I'm on baby duty, I wake up perpetually wondering if he's actually been sleeping or if I've just been dead to the world. Just ask Cat -- it's been known for noisy activity to occur while I'm sleeping without my knowing. And as for the wedding, yes, it was beautiful. Yes, at moments, I found myself a bit teary-eyed. But again, the instinctive reaction to duck or hide when people ask "Who's next?" is probably a pretty good indicator that I am far from ready. So, when people ask "Who's next?" I will continue to quickly turn my head and direct attention to the nearest, and most plausible, candidate. Please let me know if anyone wants to take this one for the team.