After months of wondering, I finally realized that my subconscious was telling me that I wanted to have a family. And it was doing it in a way that I would understand: shopping. I began looking at baby items on line, oohing and ahhing over every little thing. Then I took it a step further and started a couple of baby-themed websites (insert shameless plug here: www.organic4baby.com and www.hipandtrendybaby.com). I started them because I was stumbling across all of these great products and didn’t want to lose sight of them. And I figured if I liked them, others would like them too.

Before long, people were sending me baby items to review. That did nothing to sway my decision at all! Nope, not a thing! I was completely immune to the snuggly little swaddling blankets and cute little play toys.

I wish!

The truth is, I was hooked. I had run out of excuses. I began to feel like this wasn’t such a far-fetched idea afterall. If others who were more scatterbrained (I mean that in a good way of course) and inexperienced than me could do it, why shouldn’t I give it a try? So I took the next step. I called my mother.

She didn’t sound too shocked nor did she bounce off the walls with excitement either. I think she must have known all along. Mom’s are funny that way. She’s always said she knows me better than I know myself (to which I always rolled my eyes and said, “yeah, right Mom!”). But maybe there’s some truth to that afterall. Or maybe she just knows what it’s like to be newly married and have big decisions to make. Or maybe, just maybe, she knows that deep down I want nothing more than to hold this tiny person in my arms, the one that my husband and I helped create, and know that he/she is ours.

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