Since this morning, another gazillion people announced to my news feed that they are pregnant. Some of them have kids, and others are expecting their first. I am definitely happy for all of them. And while I know it makes me the worst kind of person, it also irritates me.
I can't say that we are actively trying to get pregnant. I think we're both so freaked out by the idea (and our strange and sudden acceptance of it) that we're in a holding pattern. I think we're standing still, but I need to try harder to understand that every day we really are moving forward. Every day that passes is more time that we've spent trying to make the best decision possible rather than a rash decision based on my need to do the logical next thing. The old-fashioned ideal of creating booger eaters to help in the family trade is not applicable anymore. I have more than enough help to run the farm, and the harvest isn't for quite some time. Besides, I don't even own a farm.
Sigh. Maybe the answer is to just stay off Facebook.
HAH. Just wanted to see if I can say it with a straight face.
Keep in mind though, it's hip to be square, kids.