Baby Fever

When Arsen and I got married, the first thing people said after "Congratulations!" was "So when are you having babies???". I'm not gonna lie to you, it annoyed me. Why on earth would we be thinking about babies already? We actually had people AT the Armenian wedding asking when we were going to start trying. Really? I couldn't believe it.

In fact, two months after our wedding we were having a dinner for Arsen's birthday at our house, and his dad asked what was wrong with us because I wasn't pregnant yet. Apparently in their culture you pop out a baby exactly nine months after the wedding night. Arsen quickly informed him that we had "a plan". The plan was to wait about three years after the wedding and then try. You can imagine how that went over.

We had discussed it quite a bit, and there were SO many reasons that we wanted to wait. To become a little more financially secure, to travel, to enjoy ourselves with our friends, to enjoy being newlyweds....and there were several more. Three years seemed like a good amount of time. I would be approaching 30, which would still give us plenty of time for the three little ones we wanted. And this way we could continue to be selfish and do whatever we wanted to do whenever we wanted to do it for three glorious years. Perfection.

And then it happened. I got the fever. And he did too.

Baby fever is vicious. It's intense. All the adorable babies in their adorable baby clothing at every restaurant, store, and gas station you enter don't help either. The store windows with their cute little displays of mannequin babies are torture. And then you have friends who have the audacity to bring their cute babies around you. It's unfair, I tell you.

So here we are, nine months after saying I do, having the baby conversation. Now I see it all so differently than I did just four or five months ago. We both got new jobs with pretty substantial raises. Financially secure? Check!

Travel? Well, it's super expensive to travel, and if we're trying to save money, how much will we really be traveling? And if we have little ones we can go places like Disneyland and not be judged. Okay, so we'll mark that one off too.

Our dear friends. I do adore them, and I love spending time with them. But it's seriously ridiculously expensive to go out every weekend. And if you're drinking? Well, I think I've already covered how my body tolerates late nights out. We can just have barbecues at our house and I'll tell people to keep it down when the baby is sleeping. Alright, sounds good. Check!

Enjoy being newlyweds. Okay. Here's what being newlyweds is: being in love, fighting over every little thing until you figure a few things out, having fun cuddling on the couch watching TV, fighting a little bit more, talking about going out to dinner and then picking up sushi and eating on the couch in your sweats instead, another little argument here or there, and yeah....that about covers it. We've done this for almost four years now. We have basically spent everywakingsecond together since we met. So although I adore my husband and love him more than anything, this is old news. To be honest, marriage hasn't changed much for us. So yeah, we can mark that one off.

And wait until I'm 30? Who am I kidding. I want three kids (right now I do, talk to me after I give birth the first time), I don't want to have to give birth every year or two, and I really hope to have them all before I'm in my late thirties. So we may need to get going here.

So basically, now we are trying to find reasons we shouldn't go ahead and have little blonde Armenians. And it's getting harder and harder to find them (although the fact that my body will be destroyed is at the forefront of my mind at. all. times.). So while this is by no means an announcement of any sort, it could happen. And now I'm scared.