My Clock is Ticking

But there’s just one hitch in the giddy up. The hubster. Mr. Financial Planner keeps pushing it back. Money, money, money. That’s all we talk about. I understand him wanting us to be in a good place financially. But let’s face it, we’ll never be there. And if we do get there, my eggs will be all dried up!

I, on the other hand, am a reckless abandon. I say seize the day and let’s get to it!

The way I see it is that there will always be a reason why it’s not a good time. Always. Hey, it wasn’t the most ideal time when we got pregnant with E, but we did it anyway and we made it work.

I know we will always make it work.

I know that I need to be patient with him, which is really, really hard for me. I am not a patient person. Before I know it, I’ll be pregnant and freaking out. I’ll be doing the “What was I thinking?” dance. It happened before. It will happen again once the novelty of being pregnant wears off and the realization that another little person will be making their debut in 9 short months. I promise you. And you will get to hear all about it.


But for now, I’ll just sit and keep listening to my clock ticking away. It’s getting louder and louder by the minute.