It's official. It's August 1st and as far as I can tell Christmas is next week. At least it feels that way. I woke up, looked at the calender and couldn't believe that July is gone and over and there are only five months left in the year.

So with only five months left I started thinking back to my New Years Resolutions. Sadly I couldn't remember what they were... must not have been that great to begin with. So moving forward here are my resolutions for the remaining five months of 2008:

1. Get a back-up drive for both my computers (that's right ladies... when the hard drive on my laptop crashed last weekend I lost everything... painful lesson learned... must back up).
2. Eat healthy and continue to take my prenatal vitamins every day.
3. Get preggers (I know I can't fully control this... but I'm sure gonna try).
4. Keep my office neat and clean (it tends to get really messy when I've got a lot going on).
5. Enjoy what may be the very last months my husband and I have all to ourselves (at least for 18 years).
6. Take a baby-moon or conception-moon this Fall.
7. Blog each and every day... not as easy as it would seem... but totally worth it.
8. Spend quality time with my girlfriends... they light up my life.
9. Spend quality time with my godchildren... they are tremendous blessings.
10. Breathe (this one might sound silly... but sometimes one forgets to just breathe).

So there you have it. My ten resolutions for the next five months of 2008. Oh... and just in case I don't get a chance to tell you all... Happy Holidays (You laugh now... but seriously... they'll be here before you know it).

~CravingBaby

I chose a subtle approach when I decided to tell my husband that I was ready to have a baby. Every man is different. Some welcome the idea of fatherhood with open arms, some are completely adverse to the idea until reality tells them they have no choice. My husband, he loves kids. I'm not just saying this to make him look good. He truly does love children.

No doubt he was ready to have a baby long ago. Of course without me on board he had no choice but to wait. He never pushed, he never even really mentioned it. In fact during the time I wasn't sure if I even wanted to have any he was cool with it. He always said, "If it's meant to be it will happen."

So telling my husband I was ready shouldn't have been scary... and yet it kind of was. It was like telling someone a very precious secret. Entrusting them with a knowledge that you had only come to own for a short time. Passing along a piece of information that would forever change the landscape of your life.

So we went on a date. We went to see a movie, Baby Mama. Coincidentally the name of this blog... yeah I know... I just couldn't help it. Then we went to look at ceiling fans for our house. He wanted to know what type of fan I wanted for my office (the room that will likely become the nursery) and in doing so he totally opened the door for me to start the "baby conversation."

Over the next couple of hours which included more ceiling fan shopping, dinner and gelato we talked through the idea of "trying to get pregnant." Needless to say we went home and practiced that night and I stopped taking my birth control pill.

So now it's really real. Next step... setting a family planning appointment with the OBGYN.

Having been married almost five years and having recently gone through a spell where I wasn't even sure I wanted to have children, I have to say I was SHOCKED when I began having "baby cravings". Little tiny urgings to completely throw my life upside down and inside out.

The cravings came pretty intermittently for awhile... nothing too serious. Nothing to worry about. Then all of sudden something in my brain flipped upside down did a little dance and said... "you're not afraid of a baby. What's the big deal? It's a baby. People do it all the time... if they didn't we'd pretty much be extinct (the entire human race). You can do this... more importantly, you want to do this. I do? Oh yeah."

So when my head (and likely my hormones) were finished with this little conversation, I sat on it for awhile. Wanting to be sure. Buying a Coach bag, a pair of Sevens, a Tiffany bracelet... all of those things can be impulse decisions. Choices made in the blink of an eye, the swipe of a credit card... and if later you feel extreme buyers remorse (and guilt) you can return them if not used.

A baby. That's a different story. No need to be impulsive when there's a baby involved. I had deliberately waited. Deliberately dedicated myself to work for the first years of our marriage... and I'd gotten a long way. Couldn't go blazing down a new path without really thinking about it.

So after lots of thinking, a little internet searching and seeing babies everywhere I knew what I wanted... I wanted a baby, but I was going to need some help. It was time to tell the hubby.