I’m going to start this post by saying two things:
1. I really wish I could post more often these days, but things are hectic lately. I mean really. On top of the usual stuff we all manage to cram our days with, Rob and I are house hunting, I’ve been trying to find a decent pair of decent boots for effing weeks now, and work’s a boar. Rarrrr. (although I don’t think that’s the sound a boar makes, but it must be close.. or similar.. or at least the distant cousin of what a real boar sounds like. But I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never seen a boar. Or eaten one.)
2. I’m adding another item to my List. But I can’t tell you what it is… yet.
And now we return to your regularly scheduled post-
When you’re dating and living apart, people ask, “when are you going to move in together?”
When you’re coupled, sharing an address, bills, and your toothbrush holder, people ask, “when are you going to get engaged?”
When you’re betrothed, the ring is on, and you’re deciding between a wedding in the city or on the beach at sunset with a Mai Tai and a sunburn, people ask, “when are you getting married?”
When you’ve set the date, said the vows, and sent out the last Thank You Card to relatives you probably won’t see again until the next family funeral, people ask, “when are you going to have a baby?”
And that’s where shit gets personal.
I totally get that some people are just you know, curious. Asking questions, making conversation sort of thing. When you’re married, it’s a given that at some point people are going to ask the baby question. I mean “it’s the next step..” right? (if you could see me right now, I’m rolling my eyes, which is a little hard to do while typing, but it’s happening. Somehow. Honest.) When you haven’t really formulated an answer to that infamous question about baby, or care to right now, it’s the last question you want to hear.
As if I didn’t have enough to worry about with hunting a house, surviving the work week, attacking a List, and finalizing my plans to take over the world, now I have to think about my ovaries, my uterus and a clock. If this all sounds a little bit like being lost in a forest, it sure feels that way some days.
I could really use a few gingerbread crumbs right about now.
How about you – you getting the Q’s about what’s next in your life?
reinventing sandyb 