Ah, yes the inevitable question a mere twelve hours after the nuptials – any plans, you two?  For a split second, I feel confusion until I see her eyes glance at my stomach – the breeding ground – and then it all becomes so clear.  Still a little hung-over from the overwhelming, emotion-filled wedding day, my head nor my body for that matter, has even begun to contemplate the “child(ren)” question.  Can I, the new bride, have no rest?  How is it that the focus can shift so suddenly?  Mere days before the wedding the constant question of “Are you ready?” and suddenly before you know it, you’re at the alter (or beach, backyard, wherever you choose to wed) in holy (or unholy) matrimony, and you experience this incredible, emotional, indescribable moment with your life partner – then BAM!  It’s over and suddenly I should be ready to change diapers?

 

            Getting ready for marriage wasn’t easy.  I was never one of those young girls that dreamed about her wedding day.  I always dreamed of finding “the one” but never really dreamed of the wedding day, the big white dress, the gazillion family and friends who clap and scream when they announce its official.  A whirlwind engagement and frenzied months of planning all seem suddenly so unimportant to people when all is said and done.  The cake has been eaten, the presents received, the hangovers healed.  It’s like people catch themselves – they savoured the moment for too long, must move on to the next.

 

            WAH!

 

            That was me crying, not the newborn baby everyone is hoping for. 

 

            Now all of this is not to say I don’t want a baby.  Of course, I/we do.  But, can we please let some dust accumulate on my wedding dress?  I will join the baby clan – friends, inquisitors . . . mother.  I will.  But let me breathe and enjoy my freedom for a little bit longer.  Don’t worry it won’t be long before the soothers, wet naps, bibs and Osh Kosh are part of my daily vocabulary. 

 

            WAH!