what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel
Rachel and Doss have been with me this weekend, which is lots of fun. Rachel and I went and roamed the Quarter yesterday while Doss and Kevin were at VoodooFest. The plan was that there would be a party after Voodoo at a friend's house, but said friend turned out to be having a lame night and falling asleep, and the early arrivals to the party migrated over here instead. It was a lot of fun, having the people together that we know and like - Josh and Ashley, whose wedding we attended last August, live in Houston and are rarely here. Ryan and Sarah just moved back down here. Adam lives out in Laplace and doesn't get to come into town all that often. Rob ... well okay, Rob is here all the time, but that's not the point.
What was funny, though, is that: Adam has a little three year old daughter. Ryan and Sarah have an almost-a-month-old daughter. Ashley and Josh are expecting; she's not very far along. Rob is single, so this became "two and a half sets of parents inform Kevin that having a baby is the most amazing thing ever." I told them all I'm not opposed to kids once I'm out of grad school and have a job and have had some time to be an adult in a regular life (meaning not grad school) first and directed them all at Kevin. It was very funny, and then when we went to bed we were talking about it a bit and he told me that if I really want a child, he's open to discussing it with me.
I don't, right now, really want a child. But I have been wanting him to get to the point of being willing to discuss it rather than flatly refuse it for, like, years. And now he has, which is great and which affirms to me that my "don't bring it up, but when it comes up from other people, insist that I'm not opposed to it and that he shouldn't be either" approach was the right one. I never argued with him about it; I just said, "I'm not opposed to theoretically having a baby one day, like four years from now or something, if that's how things work out." The goal was to keep the possibility of it in his mind but not to insist that it would happen, because that kind of insistence or demand makes him contrary and stubborn.
On another note, I've somehow talked myself into doing NaNoWriMo this year, which is ... probably a terrible idea. I have some good reason or another not to do it every November (most of those good reasons are some flavor of "school"), and this year I just kinda gave up on that. I only have the barest idea for this thing I'm writing; I don't expect it to be particularly good. What I do expect, though, is that I can put in the time and demonstrably write 50,000 words of fiction. I can and I will. Even though I also have a 25 page term paper due at the end of the month x.x November is going to be fantastic.
What was funny, though, is that: Adam has a little three year old daughter. Ryan and Sarah have an almost-a-month-old daughter. Ashley and Josh are expecting; she's not very far along. Rob is single, so this became "two and a half sets of parents inform Kevin that having a baby is the most amazing thing ever." I told them all I'm not opposed to kids once I'm out of grad school and have a job and have had some time to be an adult in a regular life (meaning not grad school) first and directed them all at Kevin. It was very funny, and then when we went to bed we were talking about it a bit and he told me that if I really want a child, he's open to discussing it with me.
I don't, right now, really want a child. But I have been wanting him to get to the point of being willing to discuss it rather than flatly refuse it for, like, years. And now he has, which is great and which affirms to me that my "don't bring it up, but when it comes up from other people, insist that I'm not opposed to it and that he shouldn't be either" approach was the right one. I never argued with him about it; I just said, "I'm not opposed to theoretically having a baby one day, like four years from now or something, if that's how things work out." The goal was to keep the possibility of it in his mind but not to insist that it would happen, because that kind of insistence or demand makes him contrary and stubborn.
On another note, I've somehow talked myself into doing NaNoWriMo this year, which is ... probably a terrible idea. I have some good reason or another not to do it every November (most of those good reasons are some flavor of "school"), and this year I just kinda gave up on that. I only have the barest idea for this thing I'm writing; I don't expect it to be particularly good. What I do expect, though, is that I can put in the time and demonstrably write 50,000 words of fiction. I can and I will. Even though I also have a 25 page term paper due at the end of the month x.x November is going to be fantastic.