When we "go to bed" I like to talk. A lot. And we're talked about this talking. It's my unwinding, calming down, brain dump before I go to sleep. Like his video games. I don't stop his video games, and so he listens to me talk. It's a good thing we have going on.
So last night we were laying in bed, talking. Here's the gist of the conversation:
Me: So when are we going to have a baby?
Him: By the time I'm 24.
Me: You're 23.
Him: What? Really? Well... 25 then.
Him: By the time I'm 24.
Me: You're 23.
Him: What? Really? Well... 25 then.
I guess he's getting to be that age where you forgot your age?
That lasted statement involved a lot of moaning and asking "really!?" but I assured him that this October he would be turning 24, and that we still have 9 months to get the baby baking. Lol. Just kidding!
I think my ovaries recently realized that I'm married now, and thus they have kicked in. BUT, we're waiting... a bit. Until I finish school, and as Brandan says "ready." What ever that means.
1 comment:
HA HA!!! I know exactly what you mean!!! That's funny what brandan said!!! Bill forgets his age too. I told Bill that I want to be at least pregnant by 24 and I'm only 22, so that's two years away!!!
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