Jumping ahead...
This was supposed to be my girls weekend to Tahoe.
Joe was having his testosterone trip to Canada as well.
Sadly, my Chuy was not getting any better. I decided to stay home and take care of my furkid.
It was a nice weekend. It had been a long time since I spent a weekend by myself. I was able to get a lot of my chores done and catch up on reading.
In the midst of all this alone time I started thinking about my future with Joe. He had surpassed all my expectations in a mate. Not once has he waivered or behaved douchey.
Well, apparently alone time and feelings of intense emotion make me think all kinds of things. I shared with my sister Angela that I had baby fever.
She insisted I would be a good mom although I would "spoil it to no end". She's probably right. My nieces and nephews can agree.
Joe gets home Sunday evening. What better way to have the "baby talk" than over a home cooked meal...he didn't stand a chance.
I begin with..I had a fever this weekend. He's listening, showing concern, urging me to tell him more. I continue, I was hallucinating about babies and baby names. His eyes widen. The room is silent, I dive in with, "I want a baby"! More silence.
"When do you want to get started", he replies. Wow, that was easy..must have been my fried chicken.
Well, time to get started...
