The waiting game

I had managed to successfully dodge the, “When are you getting married?” question for a few years. By successfully, I mean, I was able to take it in stride and not let my aunties, uncles, strangers I just met, get the best of me. When I finally found my “ONE”, I thought the questions would finally be put to rest. Instead, no sooner had I said my “I do’s” that the marriage question was replaced by the, “when will you have kids?” The answer of, “I’d like to take a year and enjoy being married and perhaps travel some more,” didn’t suffice. I had some people comment that I wasn’t getting any younger (when did 30 become old?) and that I should start trying right away. Mind you, even my beloved father jumped on that bandwagon. During the Father/Daughter dance at my wedding, he made it a point to remind me to not “wait too long”. Ughh, jeez Dad, I’ve only been married for about two hours.

I knew I wanted to have a family. I couldn’t let my dog Mochi be the only grandchild. Not that there’s anything wrong with my dog being a substitute, because he IS extremely cute and loveable. So I continued to dodge the baby inquiries for another year. And my husband and I did travel. We went to the Caribbean and Europe. And I did take a year to enjoy having it be just my hubby and me.

By the time we talked about starting a family, I got pregnant immediately. I wasn’t planning it to happen so quickly. We had plans to go to the Yucatan. While my pregnancy was anything but “beautiful and ethereal”, I still wanted to travel. I did a little. Not to the Yucatan though.