My husband works for the forest service as a fire fighter, and spends a good portion of the hotter months of the year away or on call. So when we got married in February, we decided to delay our honeymoon until after the fire season was over. We finally bought our tickets to Peru over labor day weekend. On September 9, I found out I was pregnant. Lindsey is an old pro at the whole pregnancy thing. Every time she’s told me she was pregnant it was like. So, yeah, I’m having a baby in nine months. What are you going to be doing?
Me? I went into shock. How much yummy soft cheese had I digested in the last month? Was that last glass of wine three nights ago the end of my baby’s future? My body was going to change forever… in the wrong ways. How was I going to get a job after finishing the PhD if I also had a baby? And how in the world was I going to get back the money we’d spent on our Peru plane tickets? (more…)