Waiting to Expect

I've known always that I want to be a mom, but I wasn't all that focused on it. Then I met Sam and it started to shift up in my priority list. Then I saw him interact with his nephews...and it shot to right under marriage with Sam. Now we are married and everybody is pregnant. Everybody. When Sam and I met, he had 2 nephews and only one of his cousins that were close in age to him had a child. None of our friends had babies. That was 4 years ago. Now, Sam has a total of 3 nephews, 2 nieces, and 1 niece on the way. The cousin that had one child, now is a mother of three. Another cousin had a baby and two others are currently expecting. At our wedding, one of my cousins was pregnant, my wedding photographer was pregnant, and so was my make-up/hair stylist, and my videographer's wife is expecting. Two of my bridesmaids have since then gotten pregnant. Three of my high school friends are/were pregnant and one of Sam's college buddies is pregnant. If you're lost, here's the total:
14 babies born
8 on the way
I think...I got lost trying to calculate...
I want a baby the way an addict wants a fix. But now is so not the time and yes, I know there is no "right" time. But Sam is in school, he is still in recovery, works two jobs, and we still live in Atlanta. I need to be near my mom during my pregnancy and motherhood. I can't imaging doing it 5 hours away from her.

Until Sam is out of school, only has one job, and we are living in the beautiful state of Tennessee, I will continue to impatiently wait to expect.

I'm not sexy

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am not, nor will I ever be, sexy. It has been a hard realization to come to, especially since my husband is the epitome of sexy. He is the classic, tall, dark, handsome type with intense, green eyes and an amazing ass. Really, amazing ass. Anyway, the final conclusion of my non-sexiness occurred this past weekend. I put on one of my short, slinky nightgown, thanks to Victoria's Secret. Sam was laying down on the couch and I sat down at his feet and then started to crawl up between his legs like a sexy kitten. It was working until my knee caught the hem of my gown and caused me to fall flat on his chest, soliciting a loud laugh from him as he told me how cute I am. Sigh. I laid on his chest in the position I fell in, lamenting the fact that I'll always just be cute and clumsy. I'm never going to be sexy. Sam patted my back and told me that he fell in love with cute and clumsy, not sexy. I guess I can be okay with that. So, from now on I'll be the clumsy girl, tripping next to the sexy man with the great butt. Did I mention how awesome his ass is?