I still think about having a baby and getting pregnant every single day, but now the thoughts lean more toward "It's probably better if we don't have children" and "Think about all the fun things we can do now that we wouldn't be able to do if we did have a baby..." and "If we saved up for the next year what we would've spent in daycare costs, we could go on the most awesome European adventure next summer!" These thoughts feel more hopeful and optimistic, and not so narrow and focused and do-or-die as the "MUST HAVE A BABY" thoughts from just a few short months back. These thoughts feel wide open with endless possibilities - those thoughts felt obsessive and all-encompassing and so fixed, set, unmoving. Then, there was only one option for happily ever after - now, I'm remembering that I'm right in the fucking middle of my happily ever after and I should enjoy it and not waste it away wishing for something more.
Yes, of course I realize I'm totally faking myself out. Kinda. I guess. Am I? I'm starting to wonder. I always wanted to be a mom because, well, that's what girls do, isn't it? We grow up, we get married, we have babies...right? What if I'm realizing that maybe I don't think cleaning up after someone else's messes and losing sleep and worrying constantly sounds like it fits with my definition of awesome? And life right now? It's pretty awesome.
God. Whatever. No one cares. I don't even care. It's not even worth writing about. It's just the crazy that is in my head all the time, trying to justify my choice either way, assuming, of course, as always, that it is a choice I actually have.
Kimmie got her treadmill last night, so tonight begins our "walk 30 minutes a day" challenge. I'm not sure how we're going to make this work beyond pure guilt and competition, but whatever, I need motivation however I can get it. And I'm feeling particularly fat today, so it couldn't happen at a better time.
Oh, and I've managed to keep the kitchen clean for two whole days. I even cooked in there and everything! I'll keep you updated on my progress. (Let's not discuss the state of the laundry, the litterbox, or the vacuuming.)
Back to work.