Hubby and I have had quite a few baby talks over the past few weeks. We have the great relationship where we talk about every thing. . even if the talk is no fun. I said to him one day, "I think I'd like to start seeing a shrink." He said. . "Well, if you think you need to, but I would like to think you can share anything with me. . ." I told him, "You might regret saying that." I thought he would get sick of our "non-psychologist-psychologist talks" (which is my term for a talk that I would have with the shrink, if I had one), but he is great. He gives me insight and we talk about why I might be feeling a certain way about something. . . . such as the baby topic.
For those of you who know REALLY well, you know that my catch phrase for many years was "no babies!!!!" Then hubby and cutie #1 and #2 come along and as time progresses my catch phrase has become. . "maybe babies?!" The more H and I talk about this, the more I think he's on board with the idea that maybe some day we'll have our own together. Then. . .this week, he smiled at me and chuckled. I asked what he was chuckling at and he would not tell me until a few days later.
We were having a conversation about babies and why my "no babies" has gone from "mabie babies" to "I think I wanna be more than a step-mamma." He told me that he was chuckling because when we were talking the other night he actually thought about me as a mamma. He thought about what a little one of our own might look like and it made him smile.
While I know that right now is NOT the time to think about bringing a cutie #3 into the world, I know that H will be okay when the time happens. This was unbelievable comforting to me. He said, "I know you will make a great Mamma" and I just about burst into tears.