So, I believe that I may have cursed myself. Let me explain...I'm a little bit of a planner (probably more like an "over-planner"). I typically have a timeline set out and an idea of how it will all go down. It's pretty typical of the American Dream but, here it goes.....
- Graduate High School
- Go to College
- Fall in Love
- Graduate College
- Start Career
- Get Married
- Buy a House
- Have a Baby
wait, start over...there were a couple of bumps along the way.....the way it is really going down:
- Graduate High School
- Go to College
- Graduate College
- Start JOB
- Fall in Love with Hubby
- Get Married
- Buy a House
- Start CAREER
- Have a Baby...
So, obviously my expectations and plans have changed a little over the years when things didn't go my way. It's not that I have always had things happen according to planned, but...I've managed to at least accomplish (in some order) the other things on my "to-do" list/planner in life. My one outstanding item on the life plan...HAVE A BABY. Well, maybe not have a baby...I would also cuddle my adopted baby for life, but...let's just say the clock has started ticking. Not in an I'm-gonna-do-everything and pull-out-all-the-stops kinda way yet, but I think it's safe to say that the thoughts of starting our family run through my head more than they ever did two years ago. But, now that I've explained...
I've been secretly jealous of too many people on Facebook, I've looked at strollers on Babies R' Us one too many times, I've window shopped the Carter's store more than I should've, I've asked people what they're naming their baby in hopes that our names weren't spoken, I've admired too many random preggos in Target and I've pretended too many times that I'm just looking for something for my niece.
I think I may have cursed myself.
