I’m opinionated. And stubborn. And occasionally single-minded.  And I like to be the boss. If you haven’t already guessed it, “Let’s Compromise!” isn’t my favorite game to play.

I need to get over that, because during the next six months, Mr. Tricycle and I are going to be compromising a lot. One reason for all the compromising is because our backgrounds are really different. Here’s a synopsis of how our earliest years played out (I think it’s pretty easy to identify which one of us had a more “alternative” childhood).

Mr. Tricycle:

  • Delivered at home by a midwife
  • Placenta buried underneath a tree in the backyard
  • Received no immunizations (and still has never had anything other than a tetanus shot)
  • Raised as a strict macrobiotic vegetarian from birth until he left for college

Me:

  • Delivered in a hospital by a doctor
  • Placenta thrown away after delivery
  • Received all scheduled immunizations as prescribed
  • Fed all manner of rodents (Mexican Beanie Bunny was a house specialty), mammals, and fish as caught/shot by my dad, along with the occasional Oreo and a healthy dose of ice cream

Our early childhood experiences set us up for our opinions on having and raising a baby, but the lines aren’t always divided as you might expect. Stay tuned as we delve into decision-making (and inevitable compromising) about everything from diet and sonograms to delivery and immunizations.

What compromises between you and your SO does parenting have in store for you?