Three Painted Nails

I wasn't getting any younger, and even though he is a year younger than I am, he was also no spring chicken.  So not only did I have baby fever, my clock was ticking and my time was running out.  We made numerous jokes about how my eggs were all dried up.  Maybe they were scrambled eggs from all the years of birth control and the copious amount of tequila I drank.  Jokes about carrying his cell phone in his front pocket for years and using his laptop directly on his lap.  Jokes that slowly stopped being funny. Early in January 2014 we found out that we had a chance to go to Europe.  London specifically and we would have time to visit other cities if we so desired.  We'd been married eight months by then and decided that we were ready to start 'trying'.   I put that in quotes because we really hate that term, yet there isn't a better word.  What we did do though, is pull the goalie.  I hope I don't really need to explain the metafore, b...

There was a bet once.  Placed by our friends during our first housewarming party in the summer of 2010.  The wager?   When we would have our first kid by.  The guesses ranged from never to November 2013, with varying dates in between and pretend money on the table. There may have been a time that fall where I told him "I want a baby".  That statement may have been made after more than two beers.  There were discussions on how we will raise a child, with what values and morals.  What his or her name will be, how many will we have?  He grew up an only child to a mostly single mom; I was from a family of five.  I was adamant that if he ever convinced me to have a kid, I'll want more than one.  I don't want an only child, I believe the bond between siblings teaches you things that you wouldn't necessarily learn as an only kid.  What sports will they play and will they attend public, catholic or french school?   He was adamant ...

I told everyone.  Friends in high school, people I worked with, close family members and strangers on the street.  I was going to live in an apartment in New York City, with my husband and a dog.  I was going to travel the world.  I don't want to be fat.  I'm too selfish.  I have no desire to push a watermelon out of my vagina.  If I ever changed my mind, I would adopt (" there is no reason for me to bring another baby into the world when there are so many out there that need my help" was my go to line). Everyone told me.  My mom told me, my friends, strangers on the street and people I worked with.  You'll change your mind.  You're just too young right now.  Wait until you meet the right guy.  Tell me how you feel when you're in your thirties.  Once you're married and settled down, you'll change your mind.  You'll change your mind, you'll change your mind, you'll change your mind. I spent my twenties working and...