During these 'in-between' days we have a lot of spare time to think about the goings on and reflect upon them.
Something struck me today, I don't know what it is that has made me want to start a family.
Almost without exception I can justify any decision I make in life, rightly or wrongly, but there is always a reason behind it.
But this has me flumuxed.
Most guys, I would imagine, have the news thrust upon them, without having had too much to do in the decision making proces, and upon reflection, I wish I were one of them. I'd love if my wife could 'surprise' me with the news, but that will never happen as I am unfortunate enough to know every minor detail of her physical state as well as she does at this stage.
Other guys, I'm guessing, decide that they've reached a certain age, or status in life and it's the logical thing to do. This guy I'm glad I'm not, nor could ever be. I can't quantify why, but personally that decision just feels somewhat empty and void of motivation.
And then there's me, regular professional, with no substantial thought ever given to the subject and I get absolutely bowled over by the power of this emotion/longing/need/urgency.
I don't want a 'baby', I want a family. I do know that my wife and I have so much to share that it would be criminal not to do so.
All in all I don't know if it's from a selfish source in me, or even the complete opposite, but it's there, and it's growing by the day, so much so that there is a great probability that by the time any child may materialise, I may very well have exploded....