Six Months In

So, the first three months passed. I continued to carry the question around with me but I began to relax a little. I figured, if I am meant to have a baby, I still have time, so I won’t worry (that’s what I told myself anyway). One thing I knew for sure: I we did decide to have a baby, I absolutely did NOT want to start trying until we had been married at least a year.

With that established, I was able to enjoy being married. I mean wasn’t that the whole point? Who wants to freak out their husband as soon as he says “I do?” So we concentrated on getting our little house put together. I washed all the new dishes and pots and pans and I displayed the good china in our cabinet. We painted the walls and bought new furniture. And we both concentrated on work and school since those things had been sorely neglected during all of the planning and the big events. In other words, we started living our lives. The burning question that once consumed me, got pushed to the back of my mind.

Fast forward a little bit. It was now about six months into our marriage. I took a trip with the girls to North Carolina, the home of my birthplace. While we were there, we went to our favorite store, the one we visit on each and every trip: The Fleet Plummer. The Fleet Plummer is one of those unique stores that carries a little bit of everything from outdoor grills to jewelry. Most of their stuff is really nice too and it’s fun digging around to see what unique finds you’ll make.

My unique find was discovered in the baby section. Before I could stop myself, I had made it to the back of the store where I was eyeing a table full of soft onesies and plush stuffed animals. And then I saw it, the item that took my breath away: it was a handpainted, ceramic piggy bank. I can’t say why it appealed to me so, but it was the cutest little thing. There were several styles with various patterns and designs and I spent a good 10 minutes trying to talk myself out of buying one. But the piggy bank itself wasn’t the thing that surprised me. It was my reaction to it.

You see, I have no use for a pastel colored piggy bank the size of a soccor ball. I certainly have no place to put it in our tiny, space deficient little house. And even more important, I wouldn’t be able to explain to my sweet husband why I came home from our trip with a ceramic pig in tow. It was the first of many such experiences where I was drawn to a baby item, be it a hand puppet or a teething ring, with no reasonable explaination. Dare I say it? Could this mean that I may actually want a baby to go along with these items?

Hmmm… the future will only tell.