Maybe Baby

An online friend of mine recently announced that she and her husband were expecting their first child. As we all know, nothing is official until it's Facebook official. At first, I thought that perhaps, like many, her Facebook had been hacked and someone was playing a joke. But as I scrolled through the comments and saw congratulations from family and friends, I realized that the post was genuine. I felt happy and excited for her, as many of us do when we think about the little bundle that will no doubt bring joy. 

But I also felt an overwhelming pang of jealously. 

I don't recall when we first met, only that it was via a long distance relationship forum. We were both living in the UK whilst the boys we loved were in the US. Back then, I didn't really know anyone in a long distance relationship and it was nice to be able to chat with people who really understood. Who didn't doubt you when you said that you were in a committed, faithful relationship despite the ocean in between. 

Over the years we took different routes to our future goal. When Adam moved over to the UK in 2009, she moved over to start her life in the US. The husband and I married in April and she and her husband married in September. And whilst I recognize that no four peoples lives are the same, that timing is different for everyone, I confess that I'm envious they're already in a position to be starting a family.

My best friend calls me crazy but when we talk, without a doubt, the conversation touches on the fact that we're nearly 30 and our eggs are dying. Yes, it might sound crazy. Really, all I need are 3 healthy eggs to give me 3 healthy babies but I'm also aware of the fact that past that mystical age of 30, the quality and quantity of eggs depletes. 

Frequently, Adam and I will discuss my baby math and we do ponder starting a family. When we first met, we were eighteen going on nineteen. We were young and 25 seemed old; truly, it still does, which is why I despair that I've passed my mid-twenties. We honestly thought that by twenty-five we would have our first child. That wonderful time of still being in your early twenties came and went and I think we would both agree that as much as we would have liked a child, we were in no way ready. And I still don't think we are, we're not yet settled.

A few years back, when I was blogging about starting a family one day, a LOT of my readers gave me the advice to just take the time to enjoy married life. Whilst many can attest to the wonders of child rearing, they wanted me to know in no uncertain terms that the period of just Adam and I is equally as wonderful and not nearly long enough. 
I do enjoy the time Adam and I spend together, however limited, and it's not that I feel in any way that our life is lacking because we don't have a child. We know that we want to be financially prepared (I hear that'll never happen) as well as emotionally prepared to put someone else ahead of what we both want or need. The extent of this responsibility is not lost on us and we both know that we can be selfish at times. Moreover, we want to make sure that our marriage is at it's best before we introduce a new life into the equation.

In case you didn't know, I'm a bit of a reality TV addict. One of the shows I enjoy is Keeping Up With The Kardashians. I have to wonder why Kourtney Kardashian says that Scott Disick isn't husband material but she's willing to create two new lives with him. A marriage, you can get out of but children tie you to that other person forever.

I know that once we have a child, that's it, Adam and I are never going to be able to sever a connection. We both grew up in households without both parents and we want to know that our children won't have to face the bitterness of divorce. And also, I don't want to be arrested for trying to sneak my own children out of the country back to the UK, because we all know that's what I'd want to do if Adam and I ever divorced. 

Bottom line, having a child is a big deal and I think that's maybe why we're always able to find some reason to wait. I know, even if we had $100,000. in the bank right now, I'd still want to wait. Because I don't want post pregnancy fat in my friends wedding photos or because we haven't been to Napa Valley yet. I think I could probably think of a dozen reasons why we should wait. And I know I can think of a dozen reasons why we shouldn't. 

I'm not sure that we're going to be one of those couples who plan a baby. I think it'll be an accidental pregnancy. But that pang of jealously I felt when a friend shared her happy news, reminds me that it'll be a happy accident. Confirms that I want to experience motherhood, it'll just have to happen when it happens.