Beefcake and I visited my family during the July 4th holiday (ahhh…Emi’s would-be due date…but I digress). He wanted me to take this trip before we start TTC again. He is convinced that as soon as we start trying next month he will knock me up “very soon”. I hope so. Many years ago when we had just started dating he joked that he would get me pregnant as soon as he tried. He was right – he knocked me up on our honeymoon.
Beefcake still has a job (thank the universe!) – but just incase and in order to squash debt we took in a roomate. He is a very nice young man. Quiet and pridictable – but he uses my salt and other condiments which drives me batty! The other day, I thought i’d be a bad-ass and try some of his condidments…I know I can be lame.
He actually moved in to the room that was meant for Emi and then Daniella. When we were cleaning out the room for him I found my husband’s old backpack and in it were items from when I was pregnant with Emi. It was a time capsule of sorts – filled with tips for the ‘new daddy’ and tips for pregnancy, an eyeliner I used at the time and some appointment note cards for doctor’s visits. The process of cleaning out that room and simulteaneously sifting through memories were both difficult and theraputic, yet undoubtedly necessary.
I can’t beleive I am prepping for TTC again, for the last several weeks as I pop prenatals I have thought to myslef: Holy Shit!