It takes a giant leap of faith to decide to cohabitate before marriage. For some couples it is a great trial run for a more serious commitment. For others it is the more serious commitment. You consciously decide to take HisLife and HerLife and smash them together and hopefully your LifeBaby looks more Gerber than Churchill. Just like making a baby the old fashioned way, you never really know what you're going to get...until it pops out.
We decided to, "consolidate," about a year and a half ago and began moving my boyfriend's belongings into my (now our) apartment. So much of it was surprisingly simple: we share a retro, kitschy design aesthetic and just about all of his stuff matched or complemented mine. It was so much fun learning more about him through what he collected and loved. And there seemed to be a place for everything.
The fun part didn't last too long, though. Suddenly decisions were being made by two parties rather than just one. For me, it was (and continues to be) really difficult to relinquish control of my life. I'd lived with another man for a grand total of four months, and that situation had been incredibly tenuous; neither one of us was dedicated to building a LifeBaby. So to go from 100% in-control, a modern woman makin' it on her own to 1/2 of a living, opinionated entity was (and continues to be) one of the toughest things I've ever had to do. But it is sooo worth it.
So we work to raise and improve the LifeBaby we built together. It's uniquely ours and I'm a proud mama, even on its less-than-cute days.
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