Hi!
My name is Sarah. At the moment I am 29 years old. I live in a suburb just outside of Chicago. Despite living just outside of Chicago, I rarely make it into the city because I don’t have the patience to drive into the city. And I’m such a suburban brat, that won’t take public transportation to go there. I can sense that my husband is starting to wear my down ever so slighty, and I get the feeling that this will not be the case a year from now.
My husband and I have been married for almost four years, but we were together for about six years before we got married. I didn’t ever really want to get married, but a medical emergency changed my mind. The first time he proposed to me, he took it back like a minute after he did it. When we did finally get married, it was my idea. I brought it up to him over pie at Bakers Square. My husband (Jay) works at a bank. He isn’t a teller or anything, he works in a vault and touches more money in one day than I can ever dream of seeing.
I’m mostly an only child. My parents got divorced when I was 18, and when both of parents got remarried I gained step-siblings. I’m only close to my step-fathers son. Shawn and I talk about movies, and at this moment both of us are currently unemployed.
I have a psychotic cat. She will run around the apartment in the dead of night, and we’ll hear her hitting walls or the sliding glass door that leads to our balcony. But, because we don’t have kids yet, she is spoiled rotten. The other cats probably think it’s because she’s an only “child.”
The day that my girlfriend Kari gave birth to her son, I went to the hospital to visit her. I think I fell in love with the sight of him. She and her son are the reason that my husband and I are trying to have a baby. Like marriage, I was never sure that a baby was something I would ever want. I actually considered getting my tubes tied when I was 20 because I really didn’t think that I would ever want children. My husband knew this coming into the relationship, and it didn’t scare him away.
Nice to meet you, Sarah.
Thanks, nice to be met.
I was 35-plus before I really allowed myself to imagine having a daughter. The “medical emergency” mentioned sounds like a blog entry, since it makes me curious! Or does that really mean I’m just incredibly presumptuous and nosey?
I don’t know if it’s really a whole post entry, but I’ll tell you anyway. He is epileptic and had 5 grand mal seizures (in case you don’t know which seizure that is, it’s the big one that people in tv shows and movies usually have because it looks very dramatic and foamy) in a 48 hour period. Having this many seizures in that small a time span resulted in a 48 hour lack of sleep for me so that I had to call my now father-in-law for help. While at the hospital, because my husbands immediate family was present I was not allowed to see him in his room in the ER until his father gave the nurses permission for me to go see him. To add insult to injury, I was the one who lived with the epileptic and I was the one who had brought his wallet and insurance information to the hospital. But, I couldn’t go see him without permission.