Please Stop Asking

I swear. If one more person asks me when we are getting pregnant{or God forbid if I already am} I am going to lose my shit.

Not kidding.

Everyone asks. And everyone has an opinion. I do not want to hear it. I am over it. We {and by "we" I mean Landon is just sick of my whining about everyone's opinions} are sick of it.

So. For my sanity, I am going on the record and putting it in writing. We are not pregnant. We have no immediate plans to become pregnant. So oh my hell. Please stop asking.

I am entirely sure that the fact that like all of our friends have babies, are pregnant, or trying to get pregnant does not help our case at all. I am sure the fact that I quit my office job does not help our case at all. But y'all we are just trying to get through this next semester and get Landon graduated and in a real life grown-up job before we go creating people.

Am I totally baby-hungry? You betcha. Would I prefer to live out of the city, a bigger car, and more money in the bank? Yep. Do I care what everyone else thinks about my biological clock? Nope. But kind of yes.

We {yes, we} would love a baby. But guess what, babies, they cost money. They take up time and space and energy. THINGS WE DON'T HAVE. Plus, we just got married, like two seconds ago. {Okay, nearly a year ago, but guys, I'm TWENTY} We have time.

I have serious qualms about getting pregnant on purpose in this stage of life {personally! more power to people who can do it- I can't} It is more than likely that our first baby will in fact, be a happy accident. And I am okay with that. Landon is okay with that. We are both okay with the fact that we are doing what we can to prevent pregnancy. But if it happened. Then okay. Blessings for us.

But people, please, please stop asking.