We are "trying." When we got married 10 years ago, people started asking right away when we'd have a family (or assumed I must already be pregnant), and I always answered, "give me 10 years," or "wait until I'm 30."
We had put off the idea for awhile after Chuck's cancer, knowing that chemo can affect fertility, and not knowing what our future might hold. Yes, we banked sperm... but he's 4 years out now, and usually after about 3 years things should be pretty much back to normal. We spent some time traveling, worked on our careers, and figured that eventually we'd be ready and Chuck would have to go to a eurologist to be analyzed. A while back my dad said "Why would you do that? The proof is in the pudding - you just have to try!" (to which Chuck replied [to me], "is he calling my stuff pudding?").
Now I'm 30, and today is our 10 year anniversary. We bought our house a year ago, I have great health benefits and a flexible job, and Chuck's freelance career is taking off. If anytime is the right time, I'd say this is it.
I'm not going to tell anybody at this point... but, I'm sure that (eventually) there will be many strange and interesting adventures to share. So, here goes!
