Q. Hi Jordan!

My husband and I always thought we weren't the "kids" type, but lately that has really changed. And now we're just sort of struggling with the "when."

Has it been totally worth it, the "not being able to do whatever you want whenever you want to" portion? My husband and I have been married for so long now and have our own groove, and I'm super worried I'm going to end up resenting a kid for messing with my blissfully carefree life. No more indie shows in crowded bars with 10 minutes notice; that sort of thing.

In short: how did you guys know you were ready? Did you struggle with the things that you'd have to give up, or were you totally on board?

The photo above illustrates the sum total of my productivity this weekend: I marinated* and managed to cook chicken tenderloins (and grilled zucchini).

Well, I guess that's not entirely true: I also managed to keep a very energetic two-year-old alive, fed, and relatively happy while being unable to open my eyes without experiencing searing pain in my left temple (where every single one of my sinuses is apparently located), so I guess that's an accomplishment in and of itself.

You know what's really not fun? Having the flu**. Extra-not-fun: having the flu and being responsible for a person who doesn't understand the words "Mama needs to go be sick now, I'll play dinosaurs in a moment." Extra-extra-not fun: doing this alone because your husband is out of town for the weekend (...Kendrick? ...Come back?***).