on babies, babies, babies...
As of late, I've been doing my fair share of wondering. It's true. And not surprising, really, considering that my mind never feels the need to just silence itself. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, right?
I know I mentioned the whole baby-fever thing in passing, but honestly. It's in full force, and I'm not okay with this. If only I could pop a few Advil, take a sick day from work, and just get over it, then life would be slightly easier for me right now.
If I can be completely honest, much of my desire to have a baby right now comes from fear. I'm afraid of two things:
1. I'm afraid that my husband will never feel "ready" to have kids. It's silly, because Jay loves kids. He wants us to have kids someday. I know we will be parents at some point in our lives. There's no serious doubt in my mind about that. But, still, when he talks about how there is no way he's ready to be a dad at this point in life, it always makes me a little sad. It makes me a little worried. The whole thing is pretty ridiculous, though, because I feel the same way. If I think about it really, really hard, I'm totally not ready for parenthood. (For instance, I'm not ready to give up the following: happy hour, selfish spending, sleeping in until 9:30, using my time however I see fit, my stretch-mark-free tummy, giving children back to their parents when they start to poo, etc.)
I guess that I just want him to talk about it more. Because he doesn't ever talk about, it makes me have this horrible feeling that he'll just never be ready. I want him to be the one coming home in the evening and saying, "What do you this of the name Felicity? Too much?" I want him to be the one to say what a wonderful parent I'll be someday. I want him to tell me that he can't wait until we are at that point in our lives where we are ready to be parents, even though it isn't right now. I want him to be able to have a conversation about our future children for longer than thirty seconds without giving me one of those looks that says, "Are you going all baby crazy on me? Should I be worried about this? How long is this going to last? I mean, should I make a sandwich, or something?"
2. I'm afraid that it's going to take me forever to get pregnant. I like to think that I have a sixth sense about things like that. Perhaps it's some sort of self-preservation thing. Or, it could also stem from my slight hypochondria. I don't know. In the last couple years, I've just come to realize how long it can take people to get pregnant. And that scares me. I don't want the day to come where Jay and I look in each other's eyes and say, "Yes. Let's have a baby." And then from then on out I'm on this crazy baby-making spree where all I can think about is whether or not I'm pregnant. NOT OKAY. MY HUSBAND WOULD HATE ME. And I may hate myself a little bit, actually.
If I had things my way, we'd just start trying now, and we can just figure that it's going to take at least a year or two for my body to function correctly and feel the need to support a life other than my own. (Of course, if we do that, we'll probably discover that I'm ridiculously fertile beyond any understanding, and end up with triplets or something. No, thank you.)
Also, aside from those two things, I just get jealous sometimes. I am jealous of people my age who are able to be stay-at-home-moms at this point in their lives without being dirt poor. I'm jealous of couples who don't have money as a big concern, when it comes to a situation like that. I'm jealous of people who wouldn't have to put their child to bed in the hallway closet because they actually have enough room for a nursery. Actually, I'm jealous of people who even have a hallway, because seriously. I don't even have a hallway. If we were to have a baby, they would be sleeping in our bright orange bean-bag chair in the corner of our bedroom. (Have I not mentioned the bean-bag atrocity yet? No? Consider yourself lucky.)
I hate feeling jealous, especially when my life is wonderful right now. I guess that I just have a problem with being content in the moment, exactly where I am right now. I'm always looking ahead, or something. I hate when I get into moods like this, because it makes me feel so ungrateful. I have been blessed beyond anything, so, there's really no need to me to wish for something more. I have an incredible husband, a happy marriage, a steady job, a crafty business that has brought me so much joy, a handful of lovely friends, and...so much more. I don't need to have a baby to feel complete right now - so, why do I think that I do sometimes? Bleh.
So, there you go. The most ridiculous, baby-crazy, confusing post in all of humanity. Ah, well. What's a girl to do? I'm sure there are a bunch of twenty-something wives out there feeling the same way.
And I'll probably be over it in a couple weeks, anyway. Probably.











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