Baby Talk

Recently the conversation for us having a baby has been thrown wide open.

Sheri knows I’m pretty hard up to have a kid within the next few years.  I’m going to be 29 in two weeks and I would like to see a 5 year plan of us living together and getting pregnant.  I’m no spring chicken and I don’t think I can afford to wait much longer.  I don’t want to put myself or my child at risk and wait until I’m in my late 30s to have my first child.  What if I want a second one?

For a while we were on two different pages in two different books.  When we first started dating she would glow when she would talk about us having a baby together.  5 years ago when I traveled to Memphis for the first time she drunkenly told me she wanted to knock me up with a turkey baster. 

As years passed and she’s getting older the idea of having another baby lost its luster.  She’s 46, her oldest is going to college next year and her youngest is 10.  She sees her children getting older as her chance to finally be free.  She sees them as more independent and able to fend for themselves especially now that her oldest has a license.  But my idea of having a baby throws a monkey wrench in her plan of being free.

I have to remind her it’s possible to travel with a child.  Or worse comes to worse, there are always aunts  and grandparents.  I would have no problem leaving my child with my mother.  In fact, I’d encourage it.  My sister leaves her son with my mother a few times a month so that she and her husband can go on date nights and not have to worry about babysitters or rushing home to take care of their son.

Anyways.  Last night while I was mulling around my apartment on the phone with Sheri filling her in on the latest conversation my sister and I had, she said something that made me very excited.  She said “I hope that when we have a baby that your mother isn’t going to try to tell us how to raise it.  I will have to remind her that I’ve already raised two children, I know how to do this.”

“I don’t think my mother will tell us how to raise it.  And if she did say something she’d say it out of concern since it would be my first child.”

“Yes, but I’ve raised two.  I will be there to help you.”

It made my heart soar.  Let me tell you.

I can’t wait to be in Boston with her this weekend.  Unfortunately it’s going to rain the entire time we are there but I’m still looking forward to it.  She has been saying “I just want to walk around Boston with you.”

I think I might have to buy some rain boots for Boston.