First comes love, Then comes marriage…

Although I am never short of opinions about our crazy busy schedules, I have been able to gain a bit of perspective throughout the past couple of months and realized that I am so gosh darn lucky. Having a husband whom I not only, completely adore, but is just as pregnant as I am:) is a true gift and makes all of the less desirable aspects of pregnancy seem more doable.

In reflecting and journaling throughout my pregnancy, I recalled a conversation that Adam and I had just weeks into our dating life. While sitting in his dorm, flirting, I stated, “So you’re really great at math, huh?” and he replied , “Yeah, not too bad.”. I replied, without using my filter, “Well, at least our kids would have a 50% chance of not being stupid”. What could have possessed me, at just three weeks of dating to release whisperings of a future, let alone a truly committed future, I cannot say. But what came next was the most remarkable part. After the words came out of my mouth … he was still sitting there. He replied with a smile. Not a bolt towards the door, not a jerky retort, and not an awkward silence, but a smile. It was one of the first favorite moments with Adam and I knew, at that point, that I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. I wanted to know how this boy, was so unthreatened by my overwhelming diarrhea of the mouth, which would often send 20 year old college dudes on their merry way. Sure enough, our relationship evolved to the point that we were AdamandAshli and over time I realized that although I originally had plans of my children being carried by my friend Diana (a whole other story), this boy — turned love of my life –was the person that I was interested in, no, ecstatic about having a family with and that we were both in it for keeps.

Adam and I began discussing details including how many kids we would like to have (to date, we have a deal of 3 pregnancies), what age we would like to start the process, what traditions we would pass on from our families and even if we would want to know the sex prior to the delivery. I knew as we talked through these topics and our answers were so in sync that not only was I destined to be Mrs. Adam Brehm but that he would be the father of our children and clearly a magnificent one at that. In finding someone who reminded me so much of the father that I am lucky enough to have, I knew that no matter where life would take us, Adam would always be able to provide love and comfort that would help our children be the people that we only wish we could be. In finding Adam, I found a true, pure love that I can only hope will transcend the sleepless nights and the 4 am feedings and create a new little family. First comes love, then comes marriage, in March comes the baby… in the baby carriage.