Hubs and I have Decided

Yesterday while at breakfast, I naively brought up the question of children. “When do you think you might be ready to start a family?” “Well, I always thought I wanted kids before I turned 30,” says my 29 year old husband of two years.
This conversation led to a conclusion that we had come to previously; I am going to try and get into grad school for the 2011 Fall season. If I make it in, we are going to postpone having kids until, at the latest, I graduate with either a Masters (2.5 years) or Doctorate (5 years). If I don’t, we would start trying for a family as soon as he gets a full time job with decent pay.
I have wanted to be a mother since I was a child and saw my own Mom with my baby brother. I love kids. Yes, they can be loud and annoying and dirty. And loud. But they are also sweet and precocious and kind and beautiful. I hope that they will also help me be a little less self-centered. (Dont pretend to be surprised; I know I have a big head.) I think I will be a great mother and Hubs will be a great father. We have seen what happens when people ignore or mistreat their children; we want to do a better job and want to raise a better quality of offspring.
As much as I DO want kids, this makes it so damn REAL. Up until yesterday, children was something off in the future, something to plan for and think about and postpone. Today, it’s Going. To. Happen. It’s exciting and scary all at the same time.