I was thinking the other day about possibly not posting about this, because I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the “so are you yet?” shit month after month, just in case things take time to get going, but then I thought well if that ends up being the case, I’ll probably post about that anyway, because what else do I really talk about here?  95% of the time it’s about my daily life.  So it’s hard to withhold all that just because…I don’t even know what my point was anymore.

So, about a month ago…maybe more, I can’t specifically recall, but Sean and I had a little conversation that went something like this:

him: what do you want for our anniversary?
me: a baby
him: ok

I said it in jest.  I mean, I didn’t REALLY want a baby for our anniversary.  He was getting an ipod.  That’s good stuff, those ipods.  I wanted a Canon SLR or a new vehicle, or more kitties.  I mean, something I could TOUCH THAT VERY DAY.  A baby?  While extremely wonderful and all…it wasn’t something I was going to have in 20 days, ya know?

Anyway, I don’t have a baby, that’s clear.  But, as they say, we’ve decided to “throw caution to the wind”.

So, now Sean is all over my cycle.  When is the best most optimal time, he asks.  Should I “save ‘em up”? 

I just laugh cause it’s SO cute.  This morning he looked at me and said “we’re going to be parents!” and I just couldn’t help but beam and get all carried away in it.  PARENTS!  To a CHILD!  THAT WE MADE and that GREW INSIDE OF ME! 

Yeah, that’s all strange and weird and well…I’m sure it will take quite a few months before he knocks me up.  But for now, we are buzzing around in the wonderment of all the things to come. 

And really, I won’t scoff at having sex all the time either