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I've been picking out names for my unborn children since before I knew where babies came from. The first name I remember choosing for a girl was Khari (pronounced kah-ri). Fifteen years later, I'm not particularly fond of that name, nor the other 26 names I LOVED at one point, before I forgot them too. My husband just ignores me now when I tell him my new favorite name, because he knows it won't be my favorite for long. Like when I told him I wanted to name our first daughter Gretchen, and by the time he decided he could live with calling his daughter Gretchen, I'd moved on to Cecilia. I tell him, I just hope our kids won't mind when I change their names every other year. All that to say, I've always known that I wanted to be a mommy one day. My own parents didn't want to have kiddos when they first married, and they waited ten years before they even began trying. TEN WHOLE YEARS. I've not been married two, and I knew I wanted to have babies with my husband the first time I looked into those blue eyes of his (I do hope they have his eyes). Of course, we didn't get started right away. We wanted to have time to enjoy just being us, a family of two. We wanted to travel a bit and spend our money on things for us, instead of diapers and baby food. We wanted to stock up on sleep and be selfish for awhile. So, we backpacked in Europe, spent a gajillian dollars to have LASIK surgery (worth EVERY penny) and we've been sleeping through the night as husband and wife for almost two years. But enough of that, I'm ready to give all that up. Bring on that crying, kicking, screaming, pooping, peeing bundle of joy. Which brings me to November, 2008, when we decided to go off birth control and give it a go. Originally, we had intended to make that step after our second anniversary, but I just couldn't wait. And we realized that we would never really be "ready" to have a baby, so there was no point in even trying to figure out what "ready" meant. When my November birth control pack ran out, I never started on December, and we had lots of sex. Lots. Because that's what it takes to make a baby. And my husband was LOVING life. But that was just the beginning of our journey. |
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