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Please let me preface this post by saying: I am not pregnant!
So…I think it’s absolutely natural for the ol’ biological clock to be ticking at my age. And, not only that, but the clock wants to stock up on cute ethnic baby clothes while we’re traveling. We won’t be back here until after the (future) baby is born, so why not be proactive about it?
Well, this theory has been met with strong resistance from the hussie. Seeing me squeal happily over little hand-stitched baby shoes (which made their way to you, Bridget) makes Martin head to the nearest bar to slug back a few glasses of rice wine. He’s not resistant to the future babies; he’s just resistant to buying clothing for unborn children.
Well, I’m happy to say that I made my first baby clothing purchase today – but not without a compromise.
You see, I forbade Martin to wear wrap-around athletic sunglasses once I realized that he was into that sort of thing. Though they may be great for outdoor activities, they’re just not ok.
Well, today I got my baby jacket and he got his g*d damn sporty sunglasses. Marriage is about compromise, I guess.
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You know the saying, “to fly by the seat of your pants?” Well, that's been our philosophy for most of our adult lives – before and after meeting, falling in love and marrying. We're now taking that idea on an extended round-the-world trip. Follow us as we share the good, the bad and the downright nasty of life on the road.
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