There must be something in the water. Our friends from Hippie Camp (that’s Adventure Game Theater to the rest of the world), Ian and Lauren, are expecting a baby. I’m happy for them and for the rest of the expecting and recently babied world around me. But I’m also a little concerned that I’m already too late. We’re nowhere where we need to be financially to plan on having a little one ourselves, and that’s the only way we’re ever going to have one (with substantial financial backing [medical reasons I won’t get into]). I was hoping that the Boss Job pay and knocking out the debt with the fundage we were planning on from the sale of Tom’s mom’s house would put us in planning distance sometime next year (I’ll be 35 then) but with Phil coming back the Boss Job pay goes away and the planning gets pushed back again. I know I can’t plan on everything in my life working out the way I want it to, but I’d really hate missing out on the opportunity to have a family just because I kept putting it off waiting for the “right time”.
It’s probably just hormones or something. *sigh*