PREGNANT IN HEELS…AND MY ANKLES ARE SWOLLEN!

Now where did I leave off???  Oh yea – I just found out that I was pregnant – and I’m in a daze.  (Sorry, its been a minute – life gets in the way of my blogs.)

Back to the scene in Boston….after finally getting my sister, Donna, on the phone and telling her the news – her first response was I KNEW IT – I JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT THAT!!!  Funny thing is, weeks before – I also had a dream about a baby’s foot, inside my stomach, kicking.  But that didn’t tip me off – neither did the sudden fatigue that I was experiencing either.  Somehow, I missed all of the warning signs…

Leaving Boston the next morning, I could not WAIT to get back to Miami….I was headed straight to the doctor’s office to get the confirmation that my husband needed so I can start to tell a few close people around me.  But first, it was a long flight back home.  That nauseous feeling kicked in on the plane and I was a wreck.  I cried the entire flight back home with a million thoughts going thru my mind.  I was scared, anxious, lonely, confused, unsure, happy, excited – all at the same time.  Unfortunately, I was left to deal with my feelings alone because my husband who was sitting next to me, was knocked out, mouth wide open, and snoring – for the entire flight. Every time I turned around to look at him – I just wanted to punch him.  Instead,  i just stared out the window for 2.5 hours and cried some more.

This was the beginning of my journey…It all went uphill from there.  It took about two days for me to gather my thoughts and shake the fear and nervousness I had.  After getting confirmation from the doctor, ob-gyn AND getting a sonogram – Bobby finally believed we were bringing a baby into the world and the fun began…but first – work!

A few weeks after my big news – there was another great moment going on…the Miami HEAT was on the verge of winning the NBA Championship. The night that we won, all of my colleagues were in town, family and friends of the team – it was an awesome moment and feeling.  My intent was to take in the moment and enjoy being on that high – but it was impossible for me.  I could not celebrate because I was dealing with 1st trimester blues…heartburn, fatigue, and feeling nauseous. The team pulled off an incredible run to win the championship at home – and everyone around me was all hugs and kisses (and screaming, jumping, dancing, shouting…everything that could have possibly worked my nerves).  Bottles of champagne was being popped, streamers and confetti thrown all over the arena…it was a celebration!  And I was miserable.  But I put on my game face and ran around with my guy handling press interviews, trophy photos and more until about 2:30AM.  Once we finally made it to the family room to get some food and join the rest of the team – I grabbed a plate of food, sat down next to Bobby and exploded in tears.  It was a long night, I was tired and overwhelmed – and I didn’t understand my tears – but I let them flow.

Oprah came in town to interview the guys after the big win…that was cool to meet her!

On the championship parade float…it was an awesome celebration – and I made it thru sans tears!

I survived the celebration and skipped out on the parties the rest of the week – I was perfectly content being at home and wondering about my future.  Plus, I had work to do…I had to plan for a championship media tour that included stops to The View, Jimmy Fallon, projects that were in the works..and there was plenty of traveling ahead.  But first, with all of the emotions of the pregnancy, the championship and all the whirlwind that comes after it – I needed to breathe.  And I found my breathing space in St. Lucia at Jade Mountain.  If you have the chance – GO.  Bobby and I spent four days of peace and quiet, enjoying the Piton mountains, eating amazing food, sleeping in an awesome room that only had three walls, no alarm, no clocks, no phones and no TV’s,  The sun woke me up at 5AM every morning when it came peering right into our room…my alarm clock were the birds chirping and if I concentrated hard enough – I could ignore the sounds of my husband’s snores and focus on the peacefulness of the moment and just breathe.  No schedule to keep up with or people to manage.  Just us and nature….and peace.  I enjoyed being away from the madness and being able to think clearly.  I soaked up every moment because I knew – I had to get back to work and my schedule was about to be nuts.

View from our room at Jade Mountain in St. Lucia

I found my breathing space….11 weeks into pregnancy

As soon as I got back from St. Lucia, I was on a plane the next day to LA for meetings…the rest of July, August, September was a blur….between commercial shoots, project meetings, planning retreats, presentations – I spent most of my 1st and 2nd trimester being pregnant in heels – and on the road.  I had several trips to LA, NYC, CHI…international trips to London for the Olympics and Switzerland for business.  It wasn’t all work because I experienced awesome moments, like taking a helicopter tour thru the French Alps…I cherished every moment knowing my baby was along for the ride.

In Geneva, looking out of the helicopter…view of the French Alps. God’s glory!

In September – we hit the road for the book launch and tour of “A Father First” making stops in NYC, ATL, MIA, CHI, MIL, LA, DC – we were on the road for almost two weeks.  Hitting the NY Times bestsellers list made the grind worthwhile.  But I longed for my bed and boppy body pillow. Coming off the tour, I had two weeks to regroup from a full summer travel schedule only to go back across waters and head to China for a week.  My greatest concern was the 15hr flight and the food.  Thankfully both flights were uneventful and I managed to sleep well on the plane..and having compression socks helped as well.  My last trip came a week after coming back from China when I flew to NYC overnight for business meetings.  I remember leaving the hotel thinking – this is my last trip with no worries.  Meaning, the next time I would have to travel – I would either A) be worried about leaving my baby behind or B) be traveling with my baby.  Either way – reality set in and I knew that my life was truly about to change.

View outside of my room in Shanghai

Overlooking the streets of Beijing – beautiful night!

Traveled with a fully loaded snack bag to China…for those late night cravings!

Throughout most of my journey – I kept my pregnancy quiet and only shared it with people who needed to know.  Once I got past my 1st trimester and was at a safe place – I still liked the idea of holding on to something so special without sharing it with the world.  I also knew that there would come a time that my tummy would speak for itself – and it did!

As I write this – I’m going into my 30th week…and its been a drama free ride.  The only way I survived being pregnant in heels (which I’ve since tucked away far in my closet)  and on the road traveling the way I did was because I was healthy and didn’t experience any morning sickness.  I don’t take that for granted because that’s not every woman’s story.  I’ve been truly blessed and have been reminded of that every step of the way.  During the most stressful moments of my days or when my schedule overwhelmed me – feeling a kick, flutter or movement bought me back to what is truly important. And that’s enjoying the journey, staying connected and present, and living in my moment.

Here are a few more photos from the past few months…I’ll be back soon to share my thoughts on pregnancy etiquette: “THINGS YOU SHOULDN’T SAY OR DO TO A PREGNANT WOMAN”….I got some stories to tell! 

Headed home from China – I’m pretty sure my ankles are swollen at this point.

I love when my husband can travel w/me….it means I don’t ever have to worry about luggage!

Finally off the road – but there’s still more work to do. #TEAMNOSLEEP

 

26 weeks in…headed to season opener game and ring night w/a big tummy and a double chin. By the way – I hate bathroom shots + not sure why my mouth is open.

The ring made all the tears, travel + stress worth it! At least for the moment

THE SPERM DONE MET THE EGG…I’M 5 MONTHS PREGNANT + COUNTING!

Earlier this year, in March, I wrote a blog entitled:   “When the Sperm meets the Egg…Dammit!”

It was my response to the often-asked question: “Damn, when ya’ll gonna have a baby???”

Well….the sperm done met the egg!!!

Its been a while since I’ve posted on my blog, mainly because my life has been a whirlwind since April/May….but if I thought I was in for a busy summer just because of work – I had another thing coming – and it was a baby!

The months of April and May was crazy, busy and fun!  With the end of the regular basketball season coming to an end and playoffs starting, there were games every other night it seemed; traveling to watch the first few rounds in NYC/Boston and enjoying the big city, co-planning the birthday parties of two dear friends (one turning 30, the other turning 50), company retreats, calendar filled with business meetings, conference calls, my random showings at yoga and zumba classes, hosting a memorial day bbq, cooking my Sunday Funday dinners…and more…the story of my life.

Somehow during the busy-ness of my life – I must have found time to have sex with my husband – one night in particular…May 10th – the anniversary of my mother’s death.  I am sure as in year’s past – my mood was somber, sad, lonely, depressed – so I had a few glasses of wine to ease the pain – and Bobby took great pleasure in “comforting” me that night.  I am pretty sure that was the night we conceived because in true form, I was keeping a calendar of my ovulation period and sexual escapades…now before you judge me – the whole goal in the last 9 months was to have a baby, and there are tools that help in the process – like the period tracker app!  (Download it – it works!)

So continuing on in my busy life – On Sunday, June 3rd while in Boston for the Heat-Celtics Eastern Conference games (Game 4 to be exact) – I woke up feeling weird…I grabbed my iPhone to check in on the period tracker – I knew I was a few days late, but didn’t realize I was FIVE days late.  I woke Bobby up and told him we needed to take a pregnancy test.  In my mind – I didn’t think it was possible because I’ve been down this road before, only to set myself up for disappointment.  But never had I been FIVE days late…so maybe this was different?

We headed down to the hotel lobby for brunch and I remember thinking - is this my last meal before my life changes??? I remember being calm and collected – but nervous as well.  After we ate, we walked down to the local CVS to purchase “the stick.”  Not wanting to take a chance, as opposed to trying to guess if there was really two lines on the stick – I went for the test that delivered a clear YES or NO.  Headed back into the hotel – I run into a few high level Miami Heat executives – stopped for hugs and kisses, hoping no one sees the big ass pink box sitting visibly on top of my bag.  We escaped from the lobby, up to the room to find a woman waiting outside of our door.  Dammit!  I forgot I scheduled a massage and accupuncture treatment the day before.  Its 12PM – she’s here on time and I need to find out this test result!!!

I invited her into the room to set up her massage table and I ran into the bathroom to handle my business….and wait.  Meanwhile, my husband charges into the bathroom to let me know he’s going down to the lobby to “give me space” for the massage treatment.  ”SPACE????????  Are you kidding me???? Our life may change in 2 mins and you wanna give me SPACE????  How about you stick around and see how this story ends???”

At this point – we are calmly arguing with each other about his need to leave the room at this particular moment in time.  “Just wait another minute – damn, what’s the rush…I should know any minute now!”  As he continues to talk nonsense – I slowly look down at the stick and its like my life, my world went into slow motion when I see YES.  I calmly picked up the stick, while he’s still running his mouth, and just held it up to his face – where he remained mouth wide open for about a good 30 seconds.  His eyes well up with tears – we can’t scream, we can’t jump….we can’t do anything because there’s a lady in our room not knowing that our worlds just exploded!  So he gives me a tight hug – and he whispers to me – “please don’t say anything to anyone – I just want to be sure….promise?”  In my mind – the stick said YES and not MAYBE – so I was sure – but I agreed and I promised to stay quiet.  I said a silent prayer of thanks and gratitude to God for his gift.  And Bobby was free to leave.

Walking into my room – I was in a daze, and slowly sat on the bed.  Before the therapist could ask me my name – I blurted out. “I’M PREGNANT!”  So much for the promise.  The next hour and a half was painful…who can be relaxed on a massage table when a million thoughts are running thru your head?  My first thought was – Awww damn….my nipples are about to turn black!  Wrong, I know…I felt guilty for being so vain – but that was just the beginnning of many vainful thoughts..I’m sure I’m not the only one!

The massage seemed like it lasted for hours!!! When I finally got up and Bobby came back for his treatments – I literally fled the room with phone in hand…dialed my sister’s number at least 10 times…no answer – I’m about to burst!  Damn a promise!  I need to talk – Girl, pick up the phone…I GOT A STORY TO TELL!!!!

Will come back for Part 2 of this story…this is long enough  In the meantime, below are a few photos of my life B.T.P. (Before the Pregnancy).

Spent a lotta time in NYC this summer…loved every minute of it….View outside of my fave hotel window

Celebrating Nile + Shellye’s birthday w/Bobby in May

Getting ready to kick off the Memorial Day BBQ…didn’t know that would be my last Corona for some time. Hey Corona

Kicked off my shoes after a long day of meetings in NYC. Hey pink bubbly!!! I’ve missed you!

Me + Bobby..just kickin’ it…B.T.P!

MY SISTER’S STORY OF SURVIVAL: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

My sister and I have always had a close relationship…we’re only 1.5 years apart – grew up in a home with parents who displayed love and affection…Married 32 years – we NEVER saw our parents raise their voice at each other.  My parents taught us to be strong, independent women, showed us the finer things in life – because they never wanted us to ever settle for less. So it came as a shock to me when my sister shared her story of being involved in a brutal, domestic violent filled relationship – for seven years.  And it all happened right under my nose.

To be clear, I knew something wasn’t right…I HATED the guy she was with…(yes, I know hate is a strong word…but I couldn’t find a stronger one to use.)  Anyone who was in my life during that time period knows that I was an emotional wreck…In 2004, my mother passed away, my sister was living in a different city with a guy that I didn’t like and I could not put my hands on what was wrong…and I was very scared for my nieces.  I would get phone calls from family members who lived close to my sister – they would tell me about incidents they witnessed that they felt was out of character for my sister…and when I would call to check in on her – she would always say that everything was ok.  In my heart and spirit, I knew this was not the case –  there was nothing I could do about it, but pray.  My sister and I grew distant during that time because to me, she just was not the same person I knew.

Her story is shocking and brutal…and I only recently learned of the details a little over a year ago as we were sitting in my living room casually talking about life.  At this point, she was freshly out of the seven-year domestically violent relationship and divorced.  She had been living in Miami a few years and we were just as close as we were growing up. She noticed a new painting that I had on my wall, a painting that caught my eye while I was at Essence Music Festival.  It was a drawing of a woman who was running away from a ton of bags that she had dropped along the way – and was headed toward a sign that read “SUCCESS.”  The caption on the painting said, “Baggage Left Behind.”  I kept admiring the art piece and wanted to buy it – but I also felt that I was not that woman….I didn’t have baggage – my life was not full of drama – so I didn’t think it was meant for me.  But I kept coming back to it – and finally decided to buy it anyway.

It was that painting that sparked the conversation between my sister and I…she kept admiring the piece and asked me for it.  I immediately told her no and that I paid good money for it.  She damn near begged me for it – and then started telling me why it would mean so much to her.  I was in tears when she was done.  I was sad, hurt, angry, disappointed, curious, thankful – a mixed bag of emotions.  I could not understand how my sister would endure such pain for so long – and not tell ANYONE.  I could not understand how we both grew up so close, surrounded by strong women, never exposed to violence – yet she was living weak and accepting such brutality.  I could not understand where the low self-esteem came from. How was I able to understand and accept all the messages and lessons my parents taught us – and somehow the signals get crossed with her?  We talked for many hours that night – and I still walked away confused, but thankful that she lived to talk about it.

A week ago, my sister asked me to read her blog and that she felt the need to share her story…it took me five days to read it because I didn’t want to face what she went thru in black and white.  More questions came up when I finally read it:  How did you sleep next to him after he used you as a punching bag?  Where were the kids when all of this was happening?  WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME????  And how in THE HELL did you forgive him???  I personally am not at that point.

Please take a moment to read her story (link below) and share this with family and friends…Her story is real…and it happens everyday to women all around the world…and sometimes – its happening right under our nose..to the people closes to us – but we would never know – because its happening – BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.

Behind Closed Doors

RECIPE: ROASTED TOMATO CRUSTLESS QUICHE

I came across this recipe for a roasted tomato crustless quiche, back in December when I was planning my Christmas Brunch…it was a big hit with the family so I made it again today when I hosted a small ladies brunch for my girl’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSIE!!!)  My Sunday Funday Brunch Menu was simple and good for a small group of people…it included:

• Roasted Tomato Quiche
• Cheesy Grits
• Fried Chicken Wings
• Waffles
• Red Velvet Cupcakes
• My Fruity Sangria
• Iced Coffee + Sweet cream

This quiche is a great dish, easy to make and delish…there was not a link to this recipe on site – I found it in Paula Deen‘s “Cooking With Paula” (12.26.11) magazine.  Here is a list of ingredients and step by step instructions…this version includes my slight variations to the original recipe.

Receipe feeds about 8-10 people

• 2 pints of grape tomatoes (I used 1.5 pints)
• Olive oil
• 1 medium onion
• 1 (6 0z.) bag Caesar-flavored croutons (I used Texas Toast)
• 1 (8 oz.) pkg of shredded mozzarella cheese
• 1 cup of shredded fontina cheese
• Salt (a few dashes – seasoned to taste)
• Pepper (a few dashes – seasoned to taste)
• Tony Cachere’s or your favorite seasoning (few dashes for extra flavor)
• 8-9 Large eggs
• 1 cup of half-and-half
• Dried Rosemary (few dashes to sprinkle over egg dish)

1. Pre-heat oven to 450 degrees…line a baking sheet with aluminum foil.  Place tomatoes on baking sheet – drizzle olive oil over the tomatoes and put in the oven to roast for 10 minutes.  While this is in the oven – get a 13×9-inch baking dish and spray with non-stick cooking spray.

Preparing to roast the grape tomatoes

2. Once 10 minutes are up – remove tomatoes and set to the side.

3.  Chop up a medium onion; in a small pan – heat up a few dashes of olive oil…once the oil is hot – add the chopped onions and cook it for a few minutes until its tender. Turn off the heat once the onions are cooked.

4. In your baking dish, spread the croutons on the bottom of the dish…layer it with the mozzarella cheese and the fontina cheese.  Add the cooked onions on top of the cheese.

Baking dish w/croutons, cheeses + cooked onions

5.  In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs and half-and-half….add your salt, pepper and seasonings and whisk again until it’s all fully mixed.

6. Pour the egg mix over the cheese and onions, then layer the tomatoes over the egg mixture.  Sprinkle dried rosemary over the dish and pop it in the oven for about 45 minutes until the center is fully cooked.

Fresh out the oven!

Enjoy + Happy Cooking!

– Lisa

RECIPE: PEACH WHISKEY BBQ CHICKEN

I came across this recipe a while ago as I was browsing thru The Pioneer Woman‘s blog, and I thought this was an interesting twist on chicken…and who doesn’t look for new ways to make chicken!

This is one of those recipes that you will have to try REALLY hard to mess up…you will have to put aside about 30 minutes to prep the chicken – then you throw it in the oven – where the magic happens!

I made this for my family and I could not get enough compliments on it…so try it this weekend – you can thank me later….

NOTE:  I am not in the running to win any photography awards NOR do I take time to make the dishes look pretty…I’m delivering the food photos raw – so don’t be discouraged my photos…blame my low-grade iPad camera.

Here goes:

1.  Season 10-12 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs (this feeds about 8-9 people).  I highly recommend that you marinate the chicken overnight to let the seasoning have a chance to, well, marinate!  I use my go-to spices:  salt, pepper, Tony Cachere…and marinate it in mojo marinade…you can use whatever spices you prefer – but season well!

2.  When you’re ready to start cooking – first thing to do is to pre-heat your oven at 300 degrees.

3.  Chop up a large size yellow onion.  Then heat a few splashes of olive oil and two tablespoons of butter in a dutch pot.  Once hot, brown a few pieces of chicken thighs at a time; turning the pieces over once its golden brown on one side.  You don’t want it to fully cook – you just want to brown the meat.

Chicken always looks weird with no color....

4.  Once you brown the first batch – remove it from the pot and put aside on a plate and brown the second batch…repeat this in batches.

5.  Once you remove your last batch, in the same pot – throw in your chopped up onions and stir it around until its cooked…should only take a few minutes.

6.  Once the onions have a nice brown color – generously pour in the whiskey (about 1.5 cups)…..I used Jim Beam whiskey – straight from the liquor cabinet.  It will smell like liquor but just stir it up and let it simmer for a few minutes.

7.  Then pour in a whole bottle of your fave BBQ sauce – I used Sweet Baby Rays.

Aside from the chicken - here is your cast of main ingredients...use your fave brands...

8.  Stir the BBQ sauce in the pot – then spoon out a whole jar of peach preserves…add about 1/2 cup of water and stir well.

What the sauce looks like before you add the chicken back in..

9.  Add a few splashes of Worcestershire; 3-4 whole garlic cloves; and whisk it all together…then put all of the chicken thighs back in the pot.  Sprinkle some salt and pepper in the pot and any of your favorite poultry seasonings.

10. Put the pot in the oven (with cover lid on) and let it cook for about an hour and a half…then voila!!!  Your chicken should be falling off the bone and smelling mmm mmm good! (Note: Halfway thru the time in the oven – check on the chicken and remove the lid  the rest of the time.  I carefully stirred the pot on two different occasions to move the thighs around). 

This taste 1000 percent better than how it looks...Trust me!

This dish goes well with mashed potatoes or yellow rice…with a side of veggies…

And as usual – don’t trust me, trust the source – here’s the link to the original recipe:

The Pioneer Woman’s Peach-Whiskey BBQ Chicken

Happy Cooking!

xoxo,

Lisa

SEPARATE BATHROOMS…AND MARRIAGE COUNSELING…THE SECRET TO OUR 1st YEAR OF MARRIAGE

A week ago today….we found ourselves sitting on a couch, in an office, speaking to a marriage counselor. This is our normal.

Maria, a 50-year-old, Catholic – Hispanic woman – was the one who took us thru 3 months of intense pre-marital counseling. We loved her and we loved the process and we committed that we would continue to see her throughout our marriage. So on this night, it would be our 4th session for our married year, and her first question to us was:

“You’re about to celebrate a year!! How would you rate your marriage on a scale of 1-10; 10 being the highest.”

Bobby and I looked at each other and he says – “you take this one, bay…”

Not so fast buddy….I wanna hear what YOU have to say…you can imagine the squirming and thumb twiddling that was going on beside me…I was enjoying the uneasiness he was feeling – I was anxious to hear what he had to say…I already knew what my number was.

“I give us an 8!” he finally says….I looked at him and laughed….that was my number too…an 8. Maria was pleasantly surprised. Most of the couples she sees don’t make higher than a 4 in their first year. We were doing pretty good!

Thinking back on our first year, there are a few things that I believe contributed to our success, other than Maria and GOD:

1) Separate bathrooms

2) Separate closets

Those two are self-explanatory…having separate bathrooms and closets has accounted for about 80% of arguments we DID NOT have. Living with someone is tough…and taking that commitment means you have agreed to merge your lives, your families, your worlds – and your nasty habits…its written in my gratitude journal…that I am thankful for both of those things that truly are necessities – that most couples don’t have. If we had to share any of the two – this would be a different post.

There are some other secrets as to how we survived our first year of marriage…like trust and respect…but the most important to us is PRAYER. I grew up in a household where both of my parents served – the SAME GOD – together. And I’ve seen couples that are on two different pages when it comes to their beliefs and their spirituality. I am grateful EVERY NIGHT that my husband chooses to get on bended knee and take the lead in prayer, without me asking! There’s never an argument or a disagreement on going to church. It’s a given in our home. I feel safe knowing that he has his own relationship with GOD and puts him at the forefront of our marriage. I grew up hearing the term “equally yoked” in the bible – and after all of these year, I finally experienced what that meant for myself.

Then there is COMMUNICATION…there are things that happen in the course of your journey with another human being – that they don’t always share with you…something said that hurts, something not said that irks you….little things that may grow to bigger things. In my marriage, its hard for Bobby to communicate at times – he prefers to shut down and hold it all in (as most men are). I’m kinda black + white – let’s get it out in the open and deal with it – type of chick (as most women are). But I’m grateful that we have someone who can help us to talk thru any issues that we have – coming from a neutral place. Bobby wasn’t doing cartwheels when the idea of marriage counseling first came into play…he came in kicking and screaming, in his mind. Our very first session went pretty quickly….I did ALL of the talking. At the end of the session, Maria kindly asked that I stay home next time and that he come alone.

The sessions got better each time we went and Bobby was at the point where he looked forward to seeing Maria. Even just a few months ago – I knew something was bothering him and I asked him several times to tell me what’s on his mind…he resisted and said – “I’ll just wait till we see Maria.” I then asked “why would you pay to tell someone what’s bothering you – when you could tell me FOR FREE??!!!” We both laughed and he realized there was truth in that statement – and he opened up and we had a great conversation…that was a big step in our marriage because the reality is – all of the tools that Maria had been sharing with us – was put into practice in one conversation…and it was a success. Marriage counseling to us has been our form of preventive care.

So today we celebrate our FABULOUS FIRST…I’m thankful for a memorable and fun wedding day that I can reminisce about…But what I’m most thankful for is a fabulous first year of marriage – surrounded by friends and family who support and encourages us in our journey.

Here’s to year two…any many more!

xoxo,

Mrs. Metelus

Two Hearts...One Love...April 9, 2011

WHEN THE SPERM MEETS THE EGG…DAMMIT!

Throughout my late 20′s – I was bombarded with friends, family, people in general asking, ” Girl, when are you gonna get a man?”

I got one.

In my early 30′s and a year into my new relationship, with my new man, I was bombarded with friends, family, people in general asking, “Damn, when ya’ll getting married?“

We got married.

Still newlyweds, not even a full year into our blissful marriage – I’m bombarded with friends, family, people in general asking,“When ya’ll gonna pop one out??

I’m tired of saying Oh, we’re working on it.…or….Oh – we’re trying – really hard..My answer has now developed into something quite simple and logical…and scientific….

WHEN THE SPERM MEETS THE EGG, DAMMIT!!!!

Now, that response sounds a bit harsh, a little aggressive – but after numerous comments, questions, concerns, and after I blurted it out recently when a friend asked me “the question,” that seemed like the perfect answer – and most importantly – I felt better once it came out!

I know for sure that people who ask “the question” really don’t mean ANY harm…they’re just curious or excited about the possibility….or just having conversation….but on the flip side – getting bombarded with questions about relationships, marriage, children over the years – puts a lot of stress on people who are probably already dealing with their own stresses about the situation.

Every key moment in our lives is often met with the pressures and demands that society places on us – an expectation that we should be at a certain point, by a certain age, with a certain type of person, doing a certain job, etc….  I’ve never been one to buckle under that kind of pressure – but I’ve always believed that being patient and staying strong in my faith – those moments will fall into place when its time.

Truth is, I am very much aware that my biological clock is ticking…I recognize that most of our friend couples that got married around the same time Bobby and I did – are now expecting children.  And I couldn’t be happier for them!  But I’m also happy and at peace….and know that when its time – it will happen…right around the time the little squiggly sperm meets the magic egg…Until then – I’m enjoying the journey.

xoxo,

Lisa