While we've always known we'd have children eventually, we truly enjoyed our first four years alone, and I'm grateful that we've waited until now to have a baby. Despite certain people who have tried to rush us or make us feel guilty for "taking so long", I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. It's been a lot of fun being just the two of us. I think it was important for us to get to know each other first before we attempted to get to know a new baby. We've been together over 10 years, but living together is a completely different ball game from simply dating. Blending the living habits of two very different people takes time. To make matters worse, one of those people is moody and nitpicky (SPOILER ALERT: It's me.). However, I think we've done well, in large part due to Brandan's ceaseless patience and understanding. We still struggle with dirty clothes lying on the floor instead of in the hamper, or dirty dishes on the counter instead of in the dishwasher, but in general I think we've got it down pretty well.
I think it was also important for us to get to know each other on a more personal level. Again, dating is great, but there are some things that just don't come up until you're with that person 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Little opinions on topics like having pets, or what kind of house you want to live in, whether you should pay for repairs on an older car vs. buying a new one, or whether It is an appropriate movie for a 5-year-old. I mean, these are things that get brought up to a degree while dating, but once the idea of marriage is brought into the picture, these types of opinions become far more worthy of debate. The same idea applies to in-laws. Learning their ways takes time, and as our families are about as polar opposite as they can be, I'm glad to have taken our time getting to know each others' parents before we gave them grandchildren.
Oh, and remember how I warned you about my moodiness? Yeah, I'm moody. It's something I really hate about myself, and I'd give anything to be as laid back and patient as my husband. But one added benefit to our time alone was learning how to handle me. That is, Brandan learning how to handle me - how to tolerate my ups and downs, how to handle by meltdowns, and how to walk on eggshells. I've been transparent with him from the very beginning about myself, and he's known full well that I am not without baggage. But he has shown, day after day after day, that he loves me and he's willing to put up with my emotional shenanigans because (for some crazy reason) he thinks I'm worth it. Likewise, I've learned over time that, as skeptical as I've been that anyone would want to spend their life with me, he's really in this for a long haul, come what may. And I'm always learning how to handle me as well. :)
In addition to learning how to live with each other, we've also always enjoyed the freedom of doing whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. We like being able to go out somewhere at that drop of a hat. Sometimes at the last minute we decide we'd rather go out to dinner. Or we remembered a new movie we'd been interested in jut came out, and figure we might as well go to the theater. Or we both happen to be off work and decide to spend the day in Indy, stopping at our favorite shoppings places and grabbing Pancheros for dinner. Just the other day, we were sitting around watching TV, and came to the conclusion at 7:30pm that we needed sno-cones. So we hopped in the car and drove to Sno-Castle. Because we had nothing better to do, so why not? We also greatly enjoy being lazy and spending an entire evening watching movies on the couch. And we enjoy sleeping in.
I'd be a fool if I said I there wasn't a part of me that was sad at the thought that we'll be leaving all that behind. We probably won't be able to go get sno-cones any time we feel like it. Taking weekend trips will require significantly more planning, and I imagine we'll frequently decide having Hamburger Helper for dinner sounds better than hassling with packing up a bunch of baby stuff to go out to Applebee's. When I think of the spontaneous luxuries we've enjoyed, I'm saddened to think of it going away. Will we remember how to have fun? Will we get to spend time alone together? Will we still be able to go out and enjoy a Strawberry Daiquiri & Silver Fox flavored sno-cone? We've gotten spoiled, and the thought of losing that is honestly a little scary. Selfishly, I want a baby, but I also want to live the life I'm used to. It's impossible, I know.
I'm determined not to let parenthood cut us off completely from the outside world, and plenty of parents manage to maintain healthy social lives. We know several couples with children close to our own age, and they go out to dinner from time to time or find a sitter so they can go see a movie. We're still able to hang out with them - sometimes they bring the kid(s) along, and sometimes they come along. So it's totally doable. I've seen it happen.
But I also know that raising a baby keeps your hands full, and it'll be something we have to work on one tiny, tiny step at a time. I hate to admit it, but I'm not what one would call and easily adaptable person. I am easily overwhelmed. I struggle taking on new challenges/roles. I need to take baby steps. Maybe that's part of the reason why I enjoyed being "newlyweds" for these first four years. If I don't warm up slowly, I sometimes break down. It's happened numerous times in the past - I get overloaded with laundry, or dishes, or housework in general. I get overwhelmed by all the attention our 50 year old house needs. I work too many hours in a week on too little sleep and I come home with too many bills to pay and I lose it.
So while I'm sure I can do this--I can be a mother and still have a life--I'm also trying to be realistic and know that I'm the kind of person who will be better off focusing solely on motherhood first, and then integrating some of our "old life" back into this new one. I want to take this one baby step at a time.
Step 1: Keep a baby fed with minimal crying.
Step 2: Keep a baby fed with minimal crying, and get a load of laundry done.
Step 3: Keep a baby fed with minimal crying while doing laundry and dishes, then go out for sno-cones.
That's doable, right?