Tim and I are planners. Type A, anal, neat freaks who like everything to be just so.
We have checklists for everything.
We walk through every single detail of a trip or an outing….except when it comes to going on hikes…or finding somewhere to eat in a new place…but those are two entirely different stories…we’re flawed, people, and we aren’t afraid to admit it.
*However* we organize under our cabinets and sinks and like nice, neat little rows of cleaning supplies. Our garage is spotless. Everything has a place.
We shower. Daily.
We already have a folder for our 2012 taxes.
You get the point, right?
So, imagine how much our brains exploded when we started talking about the potential of having children. It wasn’t pretty.
Back when the conversation first came to light, we were still living in Georgia in the neighborhood that hated us.
I didn’t want to have kids growing up there.
No way in hell.
I was adamant that we would have to move first before any kind of procreation took place. So, Tim and I looked to move locally.
We couldn’t find a location suitable to either of us without making one person drive a ridiculous way to and from work every day.
(insert idea spiraling downward, totally out of control)
Then, Tim started looking for jobs elsewhere. As in not in Georgia.
Funny thing happened a few months…or maybe it was a year…it’s all fuzzy at this point…anyway, Tim ended up getting a job offer at a tee-tiny company based in New England. Except, we wouldn’t get to move to New England.
We had to move to some podunk town in New York that looked freakishly scary on google maps. Seriously, this place…utter desolation…and not in the good way. More like a nuclear bomb went off kind of way.
Long story short, Tim turned down the job.
Another job opportunity didn’t surface for YEARS after that. Tim and I both got promotions at our jobs before he received another offer, if that tells you anything.
Enter most recent job offer that landed us in Colorado.
NOW we could talk about having kids, again. What kid wouldn’t want to grow up in Colorado? What first time parent wouldn’t want to have a kid in Colorado?
It was perfect.
Colorado is just a springboard to another job for Tim, so we won’t be here for long. By “long” I mean we could potentially be moving next year. We have no idea when it will happen or where we’ll end up. All we know is that WE’RE MOVING.
(I know I’ve said that before…probably more times than you care to hear…you’ll have to excuse my repeating myself. I can’t even remember the things I say anymore…besides, it has to be said because it makes the story FLOW, you see…)
So….woudn’t it make sense to wait it out…NOT have a child until this second move took place? That seemed more logical…maybe we should wait…maybe just a few more years…you see where this is going, don’t you?
Except, somewhere around eight or so months ago, during a dinner at an Italian restaurant where I’d had one too many glasses of wine, I told Tim, “Yes. Absolutely! I’m ready. Let’s try to have kids.”
What I meant was that I wanted to get down to my goal weight and cut out all kinds of food before we started trying.
What Tim heard was, “Let’s get it on!”
Obviously, the latter happened.
There really is no self control with wine.
Then, a few weeks later I get the three big fat positives on three different brands of pregnancy tests.
And here we are.
Baby sprout on the way.
Tim and I are both convinced that if that conversation had never happened and the (earmuffs, family) condomless weekend never occurred and the sperm had not found the egg on the first shot, literally, baby sprout wouldn’t have…happened. Probably ever. We would have always come up with some reason or excuse or something as to why we should WAIT.
I know everyone says there is never a perfect time to have a child, but Tim and I would have tried like hell to find one.
Whether we ever did or not is debatable. Obviously.
There is no moral to the story other than to say: If you say you’re ready to have kids, you better be absolutely positive you’re ready RIGHT NOW.