Somewhere during the first year of marriage (2005), we decided that we wanted children. As to how many, I’ll just say that I was able to talk Wil down to only having 4. She grew up with a very large family that is growing larger with its next generation. Noah currently has over 10 cousins, only on his mom’s side.
But I digress, as newlyweds enjoying the honeymoon stage, we began to subtly plan for our family. It may be silly from an outside perspective as we didn’t have kids and at that moment, didn’t plan on having kids for at least 2 years. But when we made purchases, we bought as if we had our chicken nugget (that was our predetermined term of endearment as we imagined that we would have a baby so plump with lines of overlapping baby fat – regardless we are very happy with our chicken strip). So we purchased a Cal King bed. It’s big, too big. So big that we both can sleep across it without hanging over the edge, correction, Wil can. Why did we buy it? We knew that someday we wanted our children to sleep there between us. Whether it be because we put them there or they squeezed and squirmed their way separating us. We decided to plan ahead and keep that space available.
Then, my car decided to call it quits and Wil and I purchased a 2005 Rav4. It touted 40% more space than the previous Rav’s. Our justification for that large of a vehicle, space for our baby and ALL his baby gear… with the potential to support a 2nd child (twins runs in Wil’s family and it’s currently her generation that should have them – when we found out Wil was pregnant, our fingers were crossed).
And now, after 4 years of marriage, we have baby Noah. Even though he has his crib in our bedroom, every now and then he sleeps on a pillow in the middle of that huge bed. He isn’t chunky with overlapping fat and isn’t a twin but he fits just right in between us on that bed… that we bought for our family years ago. We planned ahead and now, ever so slowly, our dream is growing.
At 6 months (3 months corrected) baby Noah is 11lbs and 7.5 oz.
