Our Child, Our House
I may as well confess we've been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby for a year. I don't want to get into all the details because I'm finally weary of discussing it. My point is the more it seems like we'll have to learn voodoo magic to have a baby, the more I think about what it would be like if we waited a good long while before we started up the fertility dance and/or adoption paperwork.
We moved into our house three months ago tomorrow. Since the house is our child now, it feels almost too soon to have another. As if it would be like my grandmother with her stairstep children, all too close together to get the right kind of love from her.
Of course, tomorrow is another day, as our dear Scarlett O'Hara would say. I could change my mind.