Sex- It's whats for dinner

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The Simple Conversations that shouldn't be taken for granted

While reading "babyproofing your marriage," I ran across an interesting statistic: 21% of couples do not agree on the number of children to have. 47% only think they agree (I may have that one slightly off as I'm doing this from memory). The woman usually gets the swing vote much to the dissatisfaction of the man. Couples actually bargain over having another kid trading things like weekly sex and chores. (Really? W.T.F. It's a child not a stock certificate!)
I know I've changed my mind several times over the years about how many munchkins I wanted and we have spent so much time and effort to get THIS ONE that we haven't really talked about overall family goals. We've talked abotu having another in two years and DH has only half joked about getting me knocked up immediately but nothing really past that.
So as we lay in bed reading, I casually turn to him and ask "so how many kids do you want?" Having been with the man for 6 years i was expecting a definitive TWO. he managed to surprise me with "as many as we can have." Okay. Taking into age and fertility? "2 or 3 is probably what we'll be able to do."
Just for shits and giggles, what if age weren't a factor? "As many as we could have which would still probably only be 2 or 3 because of affordability but if we could, I'd have more." (when did we become quiverfulls?)
Perfect answer though. I want two with an option of a third (assuming single births). I can't imagine having more so I think its safe to say my husband and I are in the statistical category of being in agreement. God how I love that man.
The fact that we can even have this conversation so casually feeling secure in our success of it is a wonder and blessing in itself. A year ago, I couldn'nt imagine planning our future children out with so much assurance but I'm finally feeling the peace and security of knowing I'm a mom and can plan to be a mom in the future.
I finally feel secure that I can give my husband his dreams (okay, not the duggar household, he can forget that!) without doubt.
After so many years of fear, this casual conversation with my soulmate can not pass without recognition. I can not take for granted the amazing gift I've been given to experience such peace and normalcy in a simple thing. A moment of discussing our future children with an assurance and peace of dreams that will happen.
I hope everyone has that moment and recognizeds it. Holds it in their hearts.

Goodbye to an Era

An Era of longhair rebel love. Dramatic you say? Well yes. You see, when I met my husband he had long hair. He had spent four years in the Marines with a military cut so the day he got out (Feb. 14th) he vowed not to cut his hair for four years. He was two years into this when we met. The Valentines day AFTER we married he cut all his hair off and donated it to Locks of Love. (did I mention he has gorgeous blonde silky hair that would make a woman die of envy?)

So he decided to do it again. So the past four years he has been growing it out for the sole purpose of donating it. He decided due to his shortly changing career (he's in school now) and becoming a father, this would be the last time. In a way, it makes me sad, because for the majority of the time I have been with him, he has had long hair. Our children will never know this loose, laid back hippie guy as a father. They will only know this tall guy with the military cut (who is still handsome but seems so much sterner and less rock and roll.)

So for the sake of posterity, on Valentines Day, I recorded the transformation. The loss of our youthful marriage and the progression into full on adult hood. Enjoy.

Possibility of being a Single Parent

Last night my child was about 2 seconds from being born without a father.

As my husband was getting ready for work this conversation took place:

DH: Will you please separate the whites from the darks when you are doing laundry? My undershirts are dingy.

ME: Would you please learn how to take off your sweaters without your undershirts attached to the inside where I can’t see them as I am sorting?

DH: That takes too much time.

ME: Then do the laundry your damn self if you don’t like how it’s done. I’m not your maid.

DH: Were you not listening to the marriage vows? It specifically said you had to do my laundry and be subservient as a maid to my domestic bidding.

I think time may have stood still. Even the dogs didn’t breathe as my glare became dangerously close to incinerating his body into a pile of little ashes on the bedroom floor. I refrained since I would have had to clean that up.

ME: I don’t know what wedding you went to, but the one I was at said nothing of the sort.

All I can say is my son better be glad his father wasn’t able to keep a straight face for very long. Dead I tell you.

Word to the wise: It is not safe to tease a pregnant woman about household chores. I am still contemplating not doing his laundry for the next two weeks…or washing his clothes along with the dog bedding. He might start to appreciate gray/blue undershirts a little more.

Paternity

For the past week I've been slowly stretching upward anytime I get up because of the back pain (which I previously contributed to my project at work but my Dr. said (over the phone) was typical of early pregnancy..yea okay).

As I get up last night and walk with my hand on my back toward the kitchen this is the conversation that takes place. (DH KNOWS how bad my back has been hurting).

DH: Are you okay? What's wrong?

ME: I'm carrying your kid in my ASS and low back apparently.

DH: Are you sure its mine? You never let me stick in THERE. (innocent expression)

ME: (glare) You aren't funny.

DH: (busts out laughing) Your momma doesn't think I'm funny (said in general direction of my stomach and to the dogs. )