Since husband and I aren't telling anyone about our plans to have a baby until when/if we get pregnant, this is an anonymous blog. When I set it up, I struggled with finding a good name for myself. I finally called myself babymomma, though I wasn't happy with it.
Then I stumbled on the blog of Gracie Lou Freebrush. I commented on her blog, she commented on my blog, I commented back ... All the while, I was thinking, where have I heard that name?!? Then it hit me. Miss Congeniality. Very clever. I love that movie!!
This inspired me to think up my new name. Nonimor. It's a name from a movie combined with a word from my heritage. Anybody able to crack the code? The winner gets ... well, nothing really. A nice comment from me.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Post No. 3
Yes, there's more to the story.
All this happened this November. By this time it was Thanksgiving and we traveled to visit family for the holiday. We rode part of the way with family and on the way home my husband seemed quieter than usual. We were holding hands in the back seat of his brother's vehicle and I asked him what he was thinking about. He said he wasn't thinking about anything.
Once we got to our own car it was another hour to get home. I decided to tell him what I had realized, that I wasn't just wanting to have a baby to fulfil his wishes anymore, that I wanted to have a baby just as he did. That's when he told me that his answer - that he wasn't thinking of anything - in his brother's car, wasn't true. He hadn't wanted to mention this in front of his family, he said, but he'd been thinking about the possibility of us having a baby. He'd been praying for guidance.
The thing is, we want to make sure that what we do God's will in all things. We've lived our lives on our own schedules and desires before and it never works out well. For right now we've made a plan to wait 9 months and then go off birth control. However, we also fully believe that if God wants us to get pregnant before that, birth control will not stop Him. If we are not meant to get pregnant after we go off birth control, we won't get pregnant.
So that's what this blog is about. We've decided that 10 months from now, or three more three month packs of birth control, we'll stop taking those little blue pills and let what happens happen.We've also decided not to tell anyone until after we are actually pregnant.
The purpose of the blog is to:
1. document our journey to becoming pregnant and beyond
2. provide an outlet for me since I won't be talking about this to anyone other than my husband - at least until I am knocked up.
All this happened this November. By this time it was Thanksgiving and we traveled to visit family for the holiday. We rode part of the way with family and on the way home my husband seemed quieter than usual. We were holding hands in the back seat of his brother's vehicle and I asked him what he was thinking about. He said he wasn't thinking about anything.
Once we got to our own car it was another hour to get home. I decided to tell him what I had realized, that I wasn't just wanting to have a baby to fulfil his wishes anymore, that I wanted to have a baby just as he did. That's when he told me that his answer - that he wasn't thinking of anything - in his brother's car, wasn't true. He hadn't wanted to mention this in front of his family, he said, but he'd been thinking about the possibility of us having a baby. He'd been praying for guidance.
The thing is, we want to make sure that what we do God's will in all things. We've lived our lives on our own schedules and desires before and it never works out well. For right now we've made a plan to wait 9 months and then go off birth control. However, we also fully believe that if God wants us to get pregnant before that, birth control will not stop Him. If we are not meant to get pregnant after we go off birth control, we won't get pregnant.
So that's what this blog is about. We've decided that 10 months from now, or three more three month packs of birth control, we'll stop taking those little blue pills and let what happens happen.We've also decided not to tell anyone until after we are actually pregnant.
The purpose of the blog is to:
1. document our journey to becoming pregnant and beyond
2. provide an outlet for me since I won't be talking about this to anyone other than my husband - at least until I am knocked up.
Post No. 2
When I last wrote, I left the story with my husband and I, driving home in the dark, talking about the possibility of having babies. The conversation went on for at least a couple hours so I don't remember exactly what was said. I do remember laughter bubbling out of me. "Did we really just have this conversation," I asked?
And there it sat for several days, maybe a week. We were sitting in the living room, me on the love seat and my husband at the computer. I decided to check in with him about this conversation we'd had. The baby conversation. I brought it up, reminding him again, that if he wanted to have a baby, I wouldn't stop him. At one point, he cracked up. "What's so funny," I asked him.
"Let me tell you a story, little girl," he said. Apparently, since the time we'd last talked he'd been praying. He'd asked God to give him a sign that we should move forward with having a baby. The sign? That I bring it up again.
So we talked about it some more. I told my husband that I thought we should wait a year and spend that time paying down some bills, put some money in savings and then go off birth control. Initially my husband said he'd heard people say that if you waited until you were financially ready to have babies, it would never happen. But I told him I wasn't wanting to get all our bills paid off, I just wanted to work on paying down our bills for a specified period of time and then go for it. He agreed this sounded like a good plan.
At this point, I was still saying that I was prepared to have a baby for him. I'd told him I would if he ever expressed interest and now he'd expressed interest.
A few days later I came to him with 2011 and 2012 calendars, mapping out a possible plan. Nine more months on birth control, while we got on firmer financial footing, and, depending on how soon we got pregnant, a baby in 2012. He teased me a little bit about really having the baby fever and to be honest I got a little irritated. I was doing this for him, after all.
It wasn't until later on in the week, when I found myself googling nursing rockers and cribs, that I discovered that might not be the case any more. Maybe I wasn't just saying I'd have a baby for him any more. Would I be happy if my husband came to me and said he had changed his mind and didn't want to have a baby after all? No, I wouldn't, I realized. I'd be disappointed.
For me, it was an almost instantaneous transformation. I went from someone that said she could go her whole life without having children and be perfectly happy to someone that was ready to have a baby. Someone that wanted to have a baby.
And there it sat for several days, maybe a week. We were sitting in the living room, me on the love seat and my husband at the computer. I decided to check in with him about this conversation we'd had. The baby conversation. I brought it up, reminding him again, that if he wanted to have a baby, I wouldn't stop him. At one point, he cracked up. "What's so funny," I asked him.
"Let me tell you a story, little girl," he said. Apparently, since the time we'd last talked he'd been praying. He'd asked God to give him a sign that we should move forward with having a baby. The sign? That I bring it up again.
So we talked about it some more. I told my husband that I thought we should wait a year and spend that time paying down some bills, put some money in savings and then go off birth control. Initially my husband said he'd heard people say that if you waited until you were financially ready to have babies, it would never happen. But I told him I wasn't wanting to get all our bills paid off, I just wanted to work on paying down our bills for a specified period of time and then go for it. He agreed this sounded like a good plan.
At this point, I was still saying that I was prepared to have a baby for him. I'd told him I would if he ever expressed interest and now he'd expressed interest.
A few days later I came to him with 2011 and 2012 calendars, mapping out a possible plan. Nine more months on birth control, while we got on firmer financial footing, and, depending on how soon we got pregnant, a baby in 2012. He teased me a little bit about really having the baby fever and to be honest I got a little irritated. I was doing this for him, after all.
It wasn't until later on in the week, when I found myself googling nursing rockers and cribs, that I discovered that might not be the case any more. Maybe I wasn't just saying I'd have a baby for him any more. Would I be happy if my husband came to me and said he had changed his mind and didn't want to have a baby after all? No, I wouldn't, I realized. I'd be disappointed.
For me, it was an almost instantaneous transformation. I went from someone that said she could go her whole life without having children and be perfectly happy to someone that was ready to have a baby. Someone that wanted to have a baby.
Post No. 1
Why are the first words of the first post on a brand new blog so hard to write? There's no better way than to just plunge in, I guess.
My beloved husband and I have been married almost seven years and have no children. Before we got married we talked about it and decided that, yes, we would eventually have children. Maybe in about 5 years. But 5 years came and went and no urge to get knocked up ever hit -- either of us.
In fact, I started to think perhaps we were never going to have children. I liked our life the way it was. I didn't think we'd ever feel ready to have babies. We were in our 30s and the feeling hadn't hit yet, so I thought maybe it never would. I started actively telling people that we just might never have children. (Well, not the mother in law.)
Still, I sometimes wondered if my husband would be missing a great calling in his life if he never had children. I'd watch him with our niece, nephews and the children of friends and it just seemed like he was made to be a father. Children are drawn to him like a magnet and he loves playing with them, wrestling, teasing and riling them up. People have commented that even children that are wary of strangers feel at ease with him very quickly. Typically, they turn him into a jungle gym within minutes after meeting him.
I asked him about it a few times and I told him that since I'd told him in the beginning, before we were married, that I'd have babies with him, I wouldn't go back on that. If he ever came to me and said he wanted to have babies, I'd do it.
Then, this fall, we took a trip to visit our nephews. The whole time we were there I just couldn't stop marveling at how good he is with children. We visited a friend with two very young babies and within minutes he had them completely comfortable with him and giggling like everything.
On the way home, my husband told me that sometimes, when he's playing with the nephews, he thinks thinks maybe we should have children. I was ... well, not exactly surprised, but I was certainly electrified by this statement. We talked about it for a long time as we drove home that night. If my beloved wanted to do it, I was ready. We left it where he always leaves it, "let's pray about it and see where God leads us."
My beloved husband and I have been married almost seven years and have no children. Before we got married we talked about it and decided that, yes, we would eventually have children. Maybe in about 5 years. But 5 years came and went and no urge to get knocked up ever hit -- either of us.
In fact, I started to think perhaps we were never going to have children. I liked our life the way it was. I didn't think we'd ever feel ready to have babies. We were in our 30s and the feeling hadn't hit yet, so I thought maybe it never would. I started actively telling people that we just might never have children. (Well, not the mother in law.)
Still, I sometimes wondered if my husband would be missing a great calling in his life if he never had children. I'd watch him with our niece, nephews and the children of friends and it just seemed like he was made to be a father. Children are drawn to him like a magnet and he loves playing with them, wrestling, teasing and riling them up. People have commented that even children that are wary of strangers feel at ease with him very quickly. Typically, they turn him into a jungle gym within minutes after meeting him.
I asked him about it a few times and I told him that since I'd told him in the beginning, before we were married, that I'd have babies with him, I wouldn't go back on that. If he ever came to me and said he wanted to have babies, I'd do it.
Then, this fall, we took a trip to visit our nephews. The whole time we were there I just couldn't stop marveling at how good he is with children. We visited a friend with two very young babies and within minutes he had them completely comfortable with him and giggling like everything.
On the way home, my husband told me that sometimes, when he's playing with the nephews, he thinks thinks maybe we should have children. I was ... well, not exactly surprised, but I was certainly electrified by this statement. We talked about it for a long time as we drove home that night. If my beloved wanted to do it, I was ready. We left it where he always leaves it, "let's pray about it and see where God leads us."
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