Let's give 'em something to talk about...

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 that hid kids would go to a Catholic school (his argument is more money is given to the schools, so less ghetto classrooms and not having to share text books.  Mine is for a french school preferably, as I feel that languages are an incredible tool to have and leads to greater opportunity in life.  My second choice is public because frankly, if you've got to share a text book it teaches you life skills.  Street smarts, if you will).  Please no one grill me on the catholic versus public debate.  These are our opinions, I'm not looking to hear yours :)


There were countless discussions about when will we be 'ready' to have a baby.  Advice from family and friends was sought.  It seemed like we kept getting the same answer too.  You'll never be ready.  You can plan and plan all you want but nothing ever goes to plan when it comes to a little one.  We knew we wanted to wait until after our wedding.  We knew we wanted to own our own home first.  Don't get me wrong, renting is just fine, its just the house we were renting we would have outgrown very quickly.  As a matter of fact, that is yet another thing that I changed my mind about.  I used to always say that I didn't want my own car because if the bus breaks down, I don't have to fix it.  If the bus needs gas, I don't have to fill it up.  Right - tell me to take the bus now.  I dare you.  Same thought process for a house...if the furnace goes in a rental, I don't have to pay to repair it.  Or the dishwasher leaks, the landlord just gets it working again.  Funny how so many years later, I've changed my mind.  I am writing this entry from my very sunny west facing backyard, on my new outdoor sectional I just paid for, on my deck attached to the house I own.   We talked about maternity leave and figured out how much money I'll bring home on those paycheques.  We talked about me taking his SUV and him driving my car.  Ya fucking right.  I don't care that it can be a pain the ass to get the car seat in and out and especially if I have the stroller.  I will drive my sporty, little, red car and rock a sunroof and a baby :).  



There came a time where we were all talk and no action.  Speaking of action.

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