Since the last post, Jon and I have questioned our decision a few times. Gosh, a baby changes everything. But even more than the lost freedom that some people talk about, our hesitation has been the added responsibility. We're committing to being able to care and provide for our baby. With just the two of us, we can get a cheap duplex in the wrong part of town. But we don't want that for our kid, so suddenly we have to think about being able to afford a nice place to live, which means a good income, which, frankly, is pretty up in the air once Jon graduates.
So, toward the goal of me staying home, but still being able to make a substantial contribution, I'm working with Leanna to start a business. It's still in infancy stages (or gestational, actually), but I'm excited to see where it goes. I really think that what we make will sell; it's just a matter of finding the time to make it all, and getting all the details together.
Jon turned 27 a month ago. That day, we talked about our decision for babies, and he said, "You know, it's time. I'm 27 years old, and it's time." And that's true. It's time. Next week, I turn 25, and that's time. Time to start the next stage of life. Parenthood.