Ever since my friend Mallory has announced her little one, it seems like I have been seeing babies and baby things everywhere. And I love it! I love babysitting. I love seeing all the little ones at church. I love decorating an imaginary nursery in an imaginary house. (And it's super cute by the way!)
|This one is cute! +|
I expected a lot of baby pressure once the wedding was over, and I'm surprised at the lack of questioning Andrew and I have gotten about starting our own family. And for that, I say thank you! Although, maybe it would curb my desires in a "You can't tell me what to do," sort of way. (I think I have always been a little defiant like that.)
I know that eventually I want kids. And I also know that my mom and dad are really looking forward to being grandparents someday. And I hope to give them that joy very soon with a new puppy (Andrew - Christmas present? Please?) They just love their furry grandchildren!
But lately... I find that I have to remind myself of the reasons I want to wait.
Last night, Andrew and I visited our friend's Justin and Nicole who just had a very sweet little boy. I got to visit with Nicole (and Brecklin) a lot while the boys played with their toys in the basement. Although it sounds like a lot of work, he is just so precious, and tiny, and so cute! Seeing him didn't really reinforce my desired timeline.
I have things to do, places to go, and people to see! And once kids are in the picture, all of that has to slow down a bit. And I am still raring to go!
But can I still do everything I want to do with a baby literally strapped to me? I don't know. And I'm not sure I'm quite ready to find out.