Now that I've let the cat out of the bag, and everyone knows Nat and I are having a baby, I figured I tell the story of how this came to be. No, I don't mean I'm going to tell you guys THAT part. Because you can just use your imagination for that. But this is more of a blog about how I had no idea this was going to happen, but I should have known. Because there were signs everywhere.
The two of us had been talking not that long ago about how it seemed all our friends were having babies, and I felt left out of the loop. I had my reasons for moping about it, and she agreed that it seemed like we were the only ones not doing it. But we both also agreed that we weren't really ready. We COULD be ready, but if we were going to make that choice, we wanted to wait longer. We both seemed to think that there were a lot more things we wanted to do before we had to really settle down and become grown ups.
Except I couldn't actually think of anything I wanted to do before I had kids. I felt like there should be something, because that's what everyone who wants to wait, says. But I didn't want to travel the world, because I'm afraid of flying. And I don't do anything special right now that requires me to be childless. But either way, I figured waiting was the way to go. Mostly because I was scared shitless. I guess I needed more time to quake in my boots at the thought of my life changing, rather than see the Eiffel Tower or something.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen anyway. I'm not psychic or anything, but I do feel things sometimes that I just know mean something. And I kept thinking that this was all inevitable, sooner rather than later.
And then there were the actual signs. Anyone remember the mysterious baby's breath appearing in my mouth? Yeah, I know it was there because my sugar had flowers in it. But that's still a sign! Because I was talking to someone about babies, and I had mentioned in the conversation that I felt like this was going to happen to us. And then suddenly there the flower was in my mouth. Maybe there was an explanation for why it was in my coffee, but not for why it chose to make itself known at THAT moment. I'd been drinking from that cup all morning long!
So it was a sign. It was telling me something.....
And then flash forward a few more days. Nat and I found a candle burning in our oven. We didn't put it there. We'd never even seen it before. It wasn't ours. Yet there it was in our oven, all burned up, as if someone/something put it in there to ensure we'd burn it unwittingly. Red candles have several meanings, but one of them is fertility.....
Another sign!
And the best part is, both of those things happened right around the time this baby was conceived. The universe was doing it's magic. And I might sound like a total lunatic, but I don't care. I really believe this stuff. And I really believe that this was all meant to be for reasons I don't know yet.
It wasn't something we tried for. Technically it shouldn't have happened. But it happened anyway. And it happened right at the moment I was ready to give up on life. So to me, that's a sign. That's magic. That's something bigger than me, reaching down and changing my life right at the moment I needed it most.
And you know what? I'm not scared anymore of this. Maybe I should be, because it's a HUGE step to take in life. And I have absolutely no idea what to expect or what to do. But I don't care. I'm not worried. Because I think these things just have a way of working out the way they're meant to. And mostly I'm just excited for everything that's next. There will be time to be scared later I'm sure. But right now, there's no fear. Just happiness. And disbelief that I was given this gift when I thought I couldn't possibly deserve it.
But someone up there thinks I do deserve it. And I'm going to keep believing that too.



