We went back and forth about wanting kids for a few years and neither of us ever felt ready. It’s probably because deep down there were still some things we wanted to accomplish. Finally in January 2012 we both agreed that we did want them. We decided we would start trying later in the year, maybe in August. So right then in January I already felt like I was running out of time to prepare. I worked on getting myself as healthy as possible, which is the whole reason I started counting calories. The months passed and I dropped 16 more lbs on top of the weight loss I had maintained from a few years ago. I felt great and I knew when the time came that I would be ready.
Then came May.
We went to Ireland in May knowing this would probably be our last big trip. The last night in Ireland, which was also Mother’s Day, we had dinner in a pub with a really great atmosphere. The Guinness was flowing and we had been talking for a long time when Matt announced to me that he was ready to start trying when I was. I have been waiting to hear this from him for so long that I couldn’t believe he was actually saying it. I was caught off guard because this was months earlier than we planned.
On the plane ride home something happened that always happens at the end of one of our trips. We started discussing another trip and we knew our August start date would probably be pushed back. We were ready for a tropical vacation which is how I always imagined spending my 30th birthday.
December became the new start month.