Hannah sang a funny song on the way home from the farmer's market on Sunday morning. It was to her own tune, so I can't help you with how it sounded, but here are the lyrics:
"I want a star and a baby and a dog and a yard."
I'm not sure there's anything we can do about the star, but the baby is becoming more of a possibility. We removed the goalie this weekend, in other words, we are having unprotected sex, and it is SCARY! My brother was right when he said that Hannah being a surprise was a good thing because if I were to plan it, it wouldn't ever have been the right time. There is definitely no good time to have your life thrown upside down by a baby! At least I'll have a better idea of what I'm in for this time around, and the knowledge that it really does pass every bit as quickly as everyone says it does should help me stay a little more grounded. And if I forget that sage bit of info, I'm sure my therapist will help me remember it.
Just to be clear: we are not trying to get pregnant; we've just stopped trying not to.
As for the dog, well, that's not happening until we get a yard, and we can't get a yard until we figure out where Eric's next job will be, and we can't figure that out until fall/winter.
So, no star, dog, or yard, but maybe a baby. We'll see.
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