Believe It Or Not, I'm Not All Robot
I get teased a lot because I don't ever cry, I can write people off in a second and not think twice over it, I have far more compassion for animals than people and even joke about how soon I can bum someone out when I'm forced to tell them my parents have died (because I'm always asked on holidays and on Mothers and Fathers Day if I was a good daughter and called my parents).I do have a heart and this weekend I thought a lot with it instead of my mind over something that has been dancing around in my thoughts.
I'm ready to have a baby.
Jeff and I have been together ten years, married for just over five and I feel that I'm ready to make the biggest commitment of all to him. I've never been one for kids, there are the handful I love to death and are a far exception to the rule (Ailsa, Boris, Zab, Bebe and my two nieces and nephew), but normally I'm not all that googoo over them. I've never been the one who must hold the baby (unless it's Boris, I can't hold him enough), or even oogle over the baby. Jeff is way more maternal than me. I want to do this more for him than anything. He is the most wonderful person ever to me and if I can help pass him on to the world would make me the happiest woman alive.
I'm not saying it's going to happen today or even tomorrow, unless some freak accident happens, there are a lot of things I want to work out. I need to loose some weight, I need to take a good look at our finances and keep to our budget and stop all the impulse shopping and find a way I won't have to work and I can stay home with junior and I have some female challenges to work through. So this year will be the year I plan for baby, as much as you can plan for one. I feel the time is right. I'm turning thirty two this July and Jeff is pushing forty. I figure by the time baby comes along IF in fact we conceive one, we'll be just the right age. If I'm going to be a parent, I want to be the oldest mom in the PTA so I can boss around all the younger moms.
Whatever happens, I promise you my kid won't be the smartest kid in the class, he or she will be the one running in to walls wearing a bucket on their head.
