Brian and I had our first daughter almost exactly 10 months after our wedding. We both knew we wanted kids and people kept telling us that it took a lot of trying. So as soon as we were married, we figured we’d better start trying. But in our case, there wasn’t really much trying involved. We were blessed with a honeymoon baby. Except that we took our honeymoon two months after the wedding and four weeks into my pregnancy, so Brian drank wine for two, bought great breakfasts, and wandered around Paris alone while I finished sleeping for 12 hours each day.
At the one year mark, we managed to celebrate our wedding anniversary at home with a lovely meal of steak, vegetables, cake, and wine. Only, after a half hour of trying to eat together, we had to eat the now-cold food separately while the other tended to our fussy two month old. Around this same time, we went out to meet friends at a bar with our little one nestled in a baby carrier. The couple in question were loving and affectionate towards each other and I remember thinking, “Ahhh, newlyweds.” Only later did I realize that they had gotten married around the same time we did. We were newlyweds, too, but in the midst all the chaos and mild terror that comes with a first baby, we’d kind of forgotten. [Read more…]