The Little Spark That Started It All

I always thought I would have kids; I just wasn’t in any real rush to do it. It was one of those foregone life conclusions. Not a matter of if, only when. We were both young and adventurous. We moved from Vancouver, BC right after we were married, to Hollywood, CA in the hopes of chasing our dreams.

I remember my Gramps and his girlfriend, every time we visited, telling us we needed to hurry up already and bless the world with our offspring. We laughed of course because granted, we are awesome, but having kids was sooooo far in the future for us that we couldn’t fathom wanting to go down that road yet.

Fast forward to 2010, we had just come back from working up in Alaska (that’s a whoooole other story that I will share- cruise ship jewelry sales nightmare!) and had moved out of our place in Huntington Beach and were now getting settled in Oregon. My sister and her husband were living in Oregon, and we just needed a break from California. We had been laid off from marketing jobs 3 times in 3 years. My parents were just up in Bellingham, WA so it was nice to be closer again. This made us start thinking about the possibility of “settling down”, or whatever that means!

My little sister is amazing. Obviously. She’s ridiculously smart, organized (girl folds her undies y’all-I’m not judging, I’m just saying), kind, and utterly hilarious. So, when she told me that they were going to try to have a baby I thought, this is fantastic! We live close to each other, so let’s have kids together! Cousins! How fun is that?! I finally felt like I had “grown up” enough to start moving in this direction.

She had a nice easy pregnancy, and my nephew was a gem. It was all perfect. Meanwhile, the Joshinator and I kept trying. Not really worried at any point yet, but I was certainly starting to get more than annoyed each month when I would get my period. Her pregnancy wasn’t difficult for me, I was so happy for her and so in love with the process. It was magical to be a part of and to watch. At this point, we still wanted to surprise the rest of our family with a pregnancy announcement, so my sister was the only one who knew we were trying.

I’d like to tell you I don’t know why I waited so long to take any other steps in getting pregnant. But honestly, I’m stubborn, I don’t like going to the doctor…and I don’t want to hear that there might be a problem. If my sister hadn’t made that first OB appointment I’m not sure how long we would have kept struggling before asking for help.

Talk soon,