For years, I have said that I have no desire to have children. I've even joked that I want to sell all of my reproductive organs. A note for those out there considering making the reproductive organ sales joke: family members don't really appreciate it. Also, the process of extracting eggs from a woman's body, while profitable, is also quite dangerous.
From being around two friends who had babies in the past year, my desire to sell my reproductive organs (or joke about it) has altogether vanished.
Over the past few months, I've thought about various milestones and achievements in life too. It's not that I want a child to "meet another milestone." John and I are having a wonderful journey together in life. I think we would be amazing parents and that we could really nurture a child (or children).
Bringing this topic up to John was a bit challenging. To begin with, I am generally non-confrontational. I hate "talking things out" and try to avoid conflict or complications. I didn't know how to bring the topic up to him. He's always quite analytical and I tend to do horribly when he asks me questions about an issue. Once he asks me a challenging question, I tend to stare straight ahead and simultaneously shrug my shoulders. That's my general strategy.
I changed my strategy up this time. I started really thinking about "babymaking" in August. I was due for my next pill prescription and called it in, but just did not pick it up. Right before we were about to have sex, I decided to blurt out, "Um, I'm thinking I might stop taking my birth control pills." This obviously was nowhere near the way to have an open discussion with my husband, but it was the only think I could think of. Whatever gets the job done, right?
He freaked out, rightfully so, and stared at me, muttering, "Um...uh..." It was probably the first time in our relationship that he did not use impeccable vocabulary.
We didn't discuss anything right then or there.
Cue to the next day. We were on our way to Ren Faire in Tuxedo, NY. The traffic was bumper-to-bumper. While seeing women in brimming-bosom corsets and men in chain maille in the car next to you may be entertaining, slow traffic still is dreadful.
It was in the car on the way to Ren Faire, however, when we first had our discussion. It definitely was classifiable as a discussion. John knows me well. Talk to me when I have no way to possibly exit the conversation.
And that conversation led us to now.
From being around two friends who had babies in the past year, my desire to sell my reproductive organs (or joke about it) has altogether vanished.
Over the past few months, I've thought about various milestones and achievements in life too. It's not that I want a child to "meet another milestone." John and I are having a wonderful journey together in life. I think we would be amazing parents and that we could really nurture a child (or children).
Bringing this topic up to John was a bit challenging. To begin with, I am generally non-confrontational. I hate "talking things out" and try to avoid conflict or complications. I didn't know how to bring the topic up to him. He's always quite analytical and I tend to do horribly when he asks me questions about an issue. Once he asks me a challenging question, I tend to stare straight ahead and simultaneously shrug my shoulders. That's my general strategy.
I changed my strategy up this time. I started really thinking about "babymaking" in August. I was due for my next pill prescription and called it in, but just did not pick it up. Right before we were about to have sex, I decided to blurt out, "Um, I'm thinking I might stop taking my birth control pills." This obviously was nowhere near the way to have an open discussion with my husband, but it was the only think I could think of. Whatever gets the job done, right?
He freaked out, rightfully so, and stared at me, muttering, "Um...uh..." It was probably the first time in our relationship that he did not use impeccable vocabulary.
We didn't discuss anything right then or there.
Cue to the next day. We were on our way to Ren Faire in Tuxedo, NY. The traffic was bumper-to-bumper. While seeing women in brimming-bosom corsets and men in chain maille in the car next to you may be entertaining, slow traffic still is dreadful.
It was in the car on the way to Ren Faire, however, when we first had our discussion. It definitely was classifiable as a discussion. John knows me well. Talk to me when I have no way to possibly exit the conversation.
And that conversation led us to now.
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