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And So The Baby Talk Begins...


*sigh*



HubbyDude and I haven't been married a solid month. And already..folks are trying to find our baby registry at Target, plan showers, and talk to us about "you ain't getting no younger...you might as well do it"

Actually...all the baby talk started as soon as we got engaged. And continued well into that phase. Even at the wedding, his Uncle gave a speech and said  "And please....make some babies". His sister wrote in a card to use that said "I can't wait for our kids to play together".... All this pressure!

Sure we've discussed children. And yes..my age is certainly a factor (as is his quite frankly). But, I know that most fertility studies aren't accurate and most certainly are outdated. How do you explain a 45 year old Halle Berry having a kid? I don't think it's science...sometimes it's Jesus (LOL).

I am not naive. I know fertility drugs and infertility are a possibility. I have health issues that may make it a bit hard to conceive. But hard is not impossible.

Whats the rush? I don't feel that pressure to have a baby just yet. I want to enjoy my husband. I want to be able to run around the house naked and not trip over toys. I want to enjoy my sleep without being awake at 3 am for a feedings. I want to be able to make love and not hear "Mommy..I want a glass of water" just a few years more. Or worry about Daycare. Or Diapers. Or breast vs bottle.


see.. now my head is swimming.

But mortality and reality are a very real issue.  So are finances. Money will forever be tight. Parents are getting older. I am getting older. Infant mortality rates for women over 35 aren't that great/ We just don't know. It's a crap shoot.

But let me enjoy my husband first before I throw my hat into the baby making arena. The foundation of any great kid is a set of great parents. Let us be great spouses to each other first.. I'll let you know when you need to start planning for a shower. OK?

Until then....let me go love up on this really hot dude? :)

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