Heartbreak: docs say it’s not all in your head. (It’s just that songwriters find it hard to find rhymes for “cardiomyopathy.”)

Same-sex couples can marry in Cedar Rapids. (But not in San Francisco. Go figure.)

Since we aren’t all lucky enough to be tasked with the top-secret duty of raising the Baby of Infinite Cuteness, some of us single gals have to consider turning to alternative means to heed the call to motherhood.

I was just sharing with my 20-something roommate this week my increasingly serious thought to stop waiting for a man and just have a baby on my own. As she has, by comparison, all the time in the world, she thought I was insane. But as it turns out, I’m neither insane, nor alone.

Writing at Babble.com, Nan Mooney recently detailed her attempt to get pregnant without a boyfriend — complete with Pulp Fiction soundtrack — and its seemingly happy ending. So much so that she’s contemplating Kid #2 with apparently awesome babydaddy Zachary.

I love him. It’s not the kind of connection I’d searched for in the past, the romantic whirlwind that would end in registering at Target or eloping to France. It’s the kind that stems from being on the receiving end of a single act of tremendous generosity. When, a couple of months in, I finally worked up the courage to ask Zachary why he agreed to do this, his answer left me no doubt that I’d made the right choice: “I just thought you’d make a really good mom.”

It’s a sweet, compelling piece about adjusting to a different kind of three-way love. That said — sue me — I’m still not sure I’m quite willing to give up the Target-registry dream. Though yes, I hear they have them for babies, too.

Intending no insensitivity toward serious health issues and their affect on relationships: As Slate.com’s Dear Prudence notes in response to this advice-seeker (scroll down to “Pursue or Quit”): “I don’t think I’ve ever read a better description of kismet than: ‘We both suffer from the same rare intestinal disease.'”

Perhaps, though, they’re just on the “rare” end of an entire spectrum. As our tipster notes, “It’s very hard for me to distinguish between infatuation and indigestion.”

Gal talking loudly on phone: “I’ve fallen in love so many times and they all have wives! It’s like, even if you can convince someone that you’re the one, they always have someone else. I wanna be like, ‘Why can’t you just annul your marriage so that you can sleep with me?’”