a desert fete

I asked the awesome Celia to do a little guest post today, and share a fun secret that she and I have together, along with any other thoughts she might have about the subject. Here is what she had to say. Thanks, C!!!!

Jamie and Ben came up to the bay area for a weekend this past spring. On our way home from mexican food and margaritas one night, I distinctly remember a conversation we had about the excitement, yet fear, that comes with starting a family and whether or not jokingly telling your spouse you're going to kill them when they're getting under your skin is still appropriate when you have a small child living in your house. I'm not sure we ever came up with a suitable answer for the latter. Joe, my husband, had definitely made his feelings clear about wanting to have a baby, and Jamie and Ben seemed to be ready and willing too. I, however, felt like the odd man out. Sure, eventually I wanted to have a baby, but it felt a little like we were still babies ourselves... thirty-something babies perhaps, but still babies. I was certain that Jamie was on her way to baby-making status long before I would be. Then about three months later, the unexpected happened... I got pregnant. And the somewhat expected also happened... Jamie got pregnant too.

We had been holding onto our huge secrets for a couple of weeks when we got the opportunity to anonymously share our news. It wasn't long before we figured out that we were the ones with babies in our bellies. Not only that, but very soon after, we learned that we were both due to deliver these babies on April 14th, 2011. I've never been one to believe in fate or destiny, but this immense coincidence was certainly rocking me to my core. It was absurd, perplexing, but most of all, incredibly exciting! All of a sudden, this big and scary thing seemed not so big and scary at all. Here I was, lucky enough to have a partner in crime to figure out this whole baby-growing process right beside me. And, you really can't ask for a better partner in crime than Jamie.

We've spent the last four months sharing the joys and battles (mostly, my battles) of our pregnancies, listening to tiny heartbeats, dealing with the downfalls of health insurance, getting excited about ultrasounds, discussing names, planning matching baby outfits and so much more. Maybe this sounds entirely ridiculous, but in many ways it feels like my baby has found a special friend in Jamie's baby. It's as if all the changes and adjustments that we are going through coincide with all the developments and growth spurts that our babies are going through too. It's hands down as cool as it gets. I'm anxious to see what the next four and a half months and beyond brings us. If the last four months are any indication, it may not always be smooth sailing, but I know that it's going to be sensational. And for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting them, Jamie and Ben are the cat's pajamas, and their baby is in for a life of pure awesomeness.

Polaroid of Jamie & Celia from the very night in April (one year before before our babies are coming!) that Celia mentions in her story. Snapped and shared by the lovely Meg.