This post was originally written on Sunday, September 23 - a little over a week after we made "the decision".
The decision to start a family is not an easy one. And by that I don't mean that myself and my Handsome Husband are not sure if we want a baby, or to have a family, but the decision as to when to start trying to start that family...not an easy one, in my opinion.
HH and I have always known we wanted to have kids (we say four now, but I think I need to have one before I know if I can handle four little ones running around). It was something that didn't even really need a conversation because it was such an integral part of both of us, but of course there was a chat had at some point in our courtship - though it couldn't have been all that intense because I have no recollection of it.
We also always said we wanted to be "young parents". We want to have the opportunity to know the generations that will follow us, and with our lofty conception goals, we'd have to get started young to pop em all out, right?
So about six months from our mid twenties (makes my stomach turn every single time) and a month or so after closing escrow on our very first home, we sat down and had a serious chat about babies.
I've always had a mental list of things I wanted to check off before a mini Stress Case came to be. As we chatted, I realized I had crossed all of them off my list - married, financially independent, own a home, both have good jobs. And at the top of the list of reasons why we should start a family? We both really wanted to.
And while I'll keep some of the details of that little convo between HH and I, we clearly came to an agreement that night to give it a try.
(PS. Does anyone else think talking (to other people, not my HH) about the whole trying to get pregnant process is totally effing awkward? Like yup, one night we decided to try to have a baby and then we had lots of ... fun trying, totes TMI.)