Some extended families talk about the weather. Or sports. I wonder what that’s like …
You see, Darling Husband’s auntie is in town, so last night we paid a visit to his parents’ place to see her.
“I was talking with my friends the other day,” Visiting Aunt tells me over tea and dessert. She pauses suddenly. “They … they don’t know you, of course.”
Oh dear. This can’t be good.
“Anyway,” she continues. “I was telling them how you and my nephew are going to be trying soon, and that you’re taking the vitamins …”
“And they couldn’t believe that I knew all of that!” Visiting Aunt chuckles. “One said, ‘Oh, I would never know such personal details about my family.’ And I said, ‘Yes, we’re all very close.'”
I smiled weakly and shovelled more dessert into my mouth. I don’t mind that Darling Husband’s family knows our plans. I mean, we’ve been married just about a year, and everyone knows how much we want kids. “Trying” is not really a surprise.
And, of course, since we are all “so very close,” everyone knows we can’t try until Best Friend’s wedding (two months, one week, six days).
I don’t mind them knowing. But after last night, I’m thinking … if it doesn’t happen in July, or August, or September, not only am I going to be anxious/disappointed every month, but I’m going to have a slew of phone calls from across the country asking if it’s happened?
I think it’s time to start keeping my mouth shut … in real life, at least.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)