After nearly 8 years of city living (12 if we're counting the 4 spent in Boston - way longer for my husband), we're making a hard push toward our next housing move. It's a thing we've talked about for several years already, but I spent many of those years convinced I couldn't leave the city. I'm still on the fence about how I'll feel when the day comes, but after the last year and a half, moving out of the city feels like the best and most responsible decision for us. 

I should be having a baby this month. Instead I’m trying to keep myself busy with mindless activities or things that hold far less meaning to me than the fact that, I should be having a baby this month. I sometimes wonder if I’ll be this acutely aware around the due date of our second baby, or if I feel this one more strongly because it was the first one. All I know is that I should be having a baby this month.