Not for me, but for my husband.
On October 25, he'll be the big 33!
Yes, I do understand that every year, whether you like it not, this age thing happens. It's just what we were born to do and we do it.
Him turning 33 is just another year for me that stings a bit.
When we got married, we thought by the time he's 30 and I'm 25 we'd really like to be having a child. At the time when we were married, I was 21 and he was 26 and 4 years into our marriage seemed like the right time to crank things up. Yes, we were young when we were married and we're still young now; however, when you're looking into the future and envisioning where you'll be in 5 years, that's where we wanted to be.
Obviously, that road was turned a bit for us and now almost 7 years into our marriage, we stand here still childless. We'd like to think that someone else has another plan for us and we try very hard to remind ourselves of His plan. But honestly, if His plan was to make us pregnant and then instantly take it away. His plan blows. I know that it's better to have had this happen than to have a pregnancy that wouldn't succeed later or maybe have an unhealthy baby, but come on.
So, another year older and we're still waiting.
We know that it will happen. We know it will. And it will. It will before we know it. We just have to give more time and most patience to the whole thing. It's just one of those things. Another hiccup to overcome. It will happen. We know that it will. We'll just give up on the age and wait for whenever it's ready.
We're ready. More than ready and very eager. Bring it on!