The Stork Came Knockin'

Sometime around the spring of 2009 ... I got the itch.

Yup, whether you want to call it a biological clock, a case of the babies, the stork squakin', or plain old baby-dust, I got it in a bad way.

Blaine and I have always been the type of people who plan and who do things the "right way". We both were "good kids" in high school, got through college in a relatively expedient fashion, met each other in 2003, got married 3 years later, and thus was our story. Now, of course, we complicated that simple story in our signature Shelton way (buying too many houses for our own good, living at home with each of our parents simultaneously, had a destination wedding, etc). Nonetheless, we have been immeasurably blessed in our love of the adventure and love for each other!

So back to "the plan" that the "good kids" had made to do things "the right way". My wedding planning business was growing, Blaine was starting grad school at night while working full-time, and we generally had our plates full with friends, family, church, basketball, and so on. There was no question in our minds that procreation should be reserved until at least night school was behind us.

But gradually, all the logical arguments for waiting seemed to be becoming less and less important. And that's how it all began ...