Soon after marriage (or was it our engagement), Megan starts to feel out my comfort level with starting a family immediately. Though I know that kids are in the cards, I'm still far to enamored with the life that we built and have been leading in NYC. The brunches that turn into all night affairs, meals out at restaurants with a month lead time for reservations, summer festivals, winter festivals, plays, musicals, light travel, football Sundays, intricate home-cooked meals, and an overall lack of responsibility to anyone but ourselves on weekends. The initial deal was that we wait until the Asiamoon 2014 then start trying. The trip came and went (See Asiamoon 2014 blog) and I didn't feel particularly more responsible or ready for children. When then agreed to a summer rumspringa whereby we get everything out of our system. This included a last trip to the Governor's Ball, a reservation at Craft (among other overpriced restaurants), a Labor Day binge in Rehoboth with friends, and weekly meetings at the Friendship Tree in Central Park. Throughout the summer, I noticed that we were hanging out with more and more children and the parents seemed to somehow figure out how to continue enjoying what they used to while adapting the demands of parenting. I think we (which really means me) were ready.
Without going into too much detail, we found ourselves on our 1 year anniversary with the possibility of finding out that we were pregnant. Trying to put the thought out of our mind, we packed our weekend with a march for (or was it against) climate change, Sunday football, a day trip up the Hudson River Valley (where we find a beach straight out of Avatar an awesome al fresco Italian meal), and a gift exchange. Megan wakes up early on the last day of the weekend to take the test. Roused from my sleep, I start towards the bathroom where Megan bursts out of the bathroom in tears and tackles me ... so I think we're going to need a bigger place.
Here's the flip book version of the next 9 months.
