Last Splash

The gene pool could use a little Chlorine.

She makes her return. No, seriously, I have not found another blog life or anything like that, I've just honestly not been inspired. And, I have a job where I haven't checked, but I'm pretty sure this will be one of those sites where I get the "not an acceptable website" message from my IT department if I go here. So, once again this may be sporadic at best, but I am giving it a try.

I want to have a baby. Seriously, that's the next logical stage in my life, right? Geez, I never thought I would be 'that girl'. The one that gets married, buys a house, gets a dog, and then wants kids. I thought (and a lot of my close friends and family thought as well) that I would move away, be single for a while, meet some foreign man, adopt African babies, and so on and so on. But life had different plans for me, and here I am. A Southern landowner with a good old boy husband living in what our realtor referred to as a "country subdivision". (No, seriously, I mean that...)

When women talk about their biological clock in movies and TV and books and magazines, you may say to yourself "that's a bunch of bullshit". But it's not. I'm sure there are some women who never experience it, because they've made the personal decision not to have children, and that's fine (I thought I was one, actually), but for the rest of us, strange things happen. We get upset when our monthly cycle starts. We watch parents in public with their children with the kind of misty-eyed, sappy expression that is usually reserved for those Hallmark movies, the ones where a stranger steals your baby. We actually stop being annoyed when at every family event we get asked when we're going to have one. We don't mind holding a crying baby anymore, we jump at the chance to change our niece's diapers, and we offer to babysit on our paid holidays off...for free!

Most of all, though, for me personally it's the feeling that I am ready, that this is the right time in my life, that I have carefully prepared myself and my body over the last six months. I can imagine myself with much more than just a baby...I can imagine myself raising a child who is 3, 6, middle school, dating, the whole nine yards. And now, it's finally time to start trying! It's very exciting. During grocery shopping day last week, I picked out my last six-pack. I debated over my selection as carefully as if I were a death-row inmate choosing my last meal. I overlooked a few of my favorite stouts because it is the sweltering part of summer and that's just a little too heavy. I wanted something expensive, light, refreshing, something that feels like a treat. I settled on Hoegarden, from Belgium. I highly recommend it. I've got 5 to go this week and I'm in the clear. After that, well, I've never been one to spare many details, and I've always used this blog as a space for my personal thoughts, so I will warn you: adult content may follow in the next year.

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