Today is our 9 month anniversary. Which is a big one for us. Before the wedding I used to tease him a lot.
"So in 9 months and 2 weeks, when we have our first child..."
"Just think, only 9 months and 6 days until you are a Daddy..."
"Thanks for marrying me today. Now lets go get pregnant."
He wasn't amused. But I sure was.
So here we are, and he got his way- no kids for us yet.
Once we start having them (probably in a few years), we want to just have them all really fast and then be done.
And I want 7.
I know, I know. I'm crazy. And I also know that once I have a few (or one), I might change my mind. But right now, in theory, we want a lot. I have always loved the idea of having maybe 4 or 5, and adopting 2 or 3.
But whenever I see my friends and their adorable little babies, the craving starts up.
I think, "They're Dental Student Wives, and they are doing it just fine... and this is the cutest baby I've ever seen... and it would be so fun to dress one up... and I wonder what it feels like to be pregnant..."
But then they cry (or start stinking) and I hand them back as quickly as possible.
It's pretty good birth control.
Back before I had a job, my friend Kendra would tell me to just have one, so I wouldn't be bored anymore (she was kidding. I think).
Now I'm tempted to have one so I don't have to work anymore.
I'm only half joking here.
Awful reasons to get pregnant? Probably. And so we are waiting until I am a little more mature before we think about it.
Anyway, Happy 9 Months to Us!
(I'm not as baby-obsessed as this makes me look. I actually wrote this post 3 months ago, and scheduled it. Stop judging.)