On Monday I was an adult and instead of going grocery shopping and doing my chores like a good little wifey, I went to five guys and hung out with Amber until almost midnight. In between eating our burgers and fries and making fun of the scantily clad high school girls that were sitting across from us she mentioned a blog post she saw on Pinterest detailing the 10 horrors no one tells you about childbirth and the months following.

This morning I was telling Christopher about this article and he said, "No. We're not having kids. I can't do that to you." and that was the end of our conversation. So I asked him if we could buy adopt a couple of kids in about 12 years and he said we could discuss it in 12  years.

We have gone back and forth on this subject for years. Will we have kids, if so, when and how many? If we don't have kids what do we do with ourselves? Plenty of people are very happy with out kids. If we don't have kids I need to figure out a more concrete career path and get a little more motivated. If I worked full time and we didn't have kids it would leave money and time for traveling, spa visits, shopping, new cars, maybe a vacation home? So that is super exciting sounding.

If we don't have kids we can do anything we want whenever we want and only have to worry about us. But we will also never organize an Easter egg hunt in our back yard, play Santa or the tooth fairy, no first day of school pictures, no hand print crafts on our fridge. And I honestly don't know how I feel about that.

So we are back to square one. Have kids, or not? I'm 98% sure the first one will have to be an accident or divine intervention, whatever you want to call it, and then I'll feel bad just having one and have another.