Spencer Jill Hastings, 25, proud wife to one Aria Hastings.

Now that we've finished college and we're (legally, thank you New York state) married, our next step is the only logical one. And, you know how I am with logic. So, we're officially TTC; otherwise known as trying to conceive.

 thinker(s).

For those of you who don’t know, my wife’s birthday is tomorrow. And, while I love her totally and unconditionally, she is the worst. You literally cannot have a surprise that involves her; it doesn’t work. It’s gotten to the point that during Christmas, I hide her presents at the office so she can’t find them at the apartment. She’s that good, in that sleuthy little freak of a brain. So, you’d think I would’ve known better than to keep the supplies for her surprise party, I don’t know, anywhere BUT the apartment? But, alas, I didn’t have time to hide them somewhere else and the woman found them. Since she already knows the theme of her surprise party now, you guys can too! 

You’d never know that this table o’ goodies was for a late twenties aged woman, but Aria’s a whole other breed. She’s recently gotten into Rapunzel and Tangled, mainly the way it pushes following your dreams in a big way. After all, isn’t that what we’re doing? We first watched the movie about a month ago and, in passing, Aria said we should do a Rapunzel birthday party. I could tell she was being sarcastic but since I was at a loss for a theme, I decided to do it anyway. So, Aria knows all about her surprise party and I had to bribe her to still look surprised tomorrow because our friends went through an extensive amount of trouble for this. But, between you and me? Even though she had been sarcastic, I think Aria’s really excited about this one. 

A bicycle. 

See, it’s funny because the joke makes about as much sense as surrealism does. Okay, I’m not one to complain. Well.. that’s a lie. But, even so. If you know me at all, you know that the one thing I need is logic. I need some standards in my work, some set of guidelines, something that keeps me going. I have a new client. Some up-and-coming starving artist who paints pictures that look like they drank a few too many whiskey and rums before running at the canvas covered head to toe in paint. I just.. I’m usually okay. The whole public relations hooplah with these musicians, even the actors with their ridiculous publicity scandals, but I just don’t know. I’ve never understood it. I love art, most types of it. Hell, Aria paparazzi-bombards me every other morning and I’ve grown to love it, and love photography. There are tons of art that I can totally believe. But, this is the thing. I don’t get surrealism; I never have, I never will. I just don’t understand it and when I can’t understand their art, it’s really hard to work with the person behind it. 

I’ve talked to Aria about it and she’s been totally supportive but I’m at a total loss. How am I supposed to support this people and help their careers when I don’t even believe in them? I sound godawful, I know. It isn’t like this person doesn’t put forth effort, I guess. It just.. it feels as if he doesn’t. I don’t know. I think tomorrow I’ll go to the Met and just sit for a while, try to get a feel for everything. Maybe I’ll find one I connect with. Hopefully, at least. Otherwise, I might have to steer clear from the artists for a while. And I hate it, because I really do love art. But I hate feelings like I’m at a loss. At least movies, music, they’re things I could get into. But art has just never been my thing. It’s too.. emotional. I’ve always been completely left-brained, total logic and analytic; whereas Aria is the most right-brained person to ever exist. I guess together, we make a whole brain. Maybe I’ll bug her with complains about him again tomorrow, I’ve thought way too much about it all today. 

I really didn’t expect to be posting again one day later because a blog is a regular one post a week thing or something. But, some more things happened. We officially signed the lease! It’s such a beautiful apartment, really. It’s the only one that Aria and I both fell in love with at first site and god, it is worthy of being loved. Two kitchens, two living rooms, a few bedrooms. There is so much room and while I wasn’t sure about raising kids in such a big city, it really is home-y. I love it.. god, I love it so much. And, it’s ours. We can paint the baby’s room, and our room, and do whatever we want. It’s all ours. 

I haven’t told Aria but I found a cryobank listing that I’ve actually been festering on a few days. It’s one that she likes, which is amazing, because I think I do too. He’s.. perfect, really. This guy is anonymous but he’s an author, apparently. So, he’s got the artsy factor that Aria was really hoping for but he’s also apparently some CEO of an undisclosed company. He has a bachelors and masters, he has above average IQ, adorable baby pictures. This guy seems.. perfect. But that’s the problem. He’s perfect. It seems too good to be true. But, I guess most of it is verified. I think he’s the one. He’s the closest we’ll get to both of our dreams. I guess I should’ve told Aria all of this before I blogged about it but I think I just needed to get all my thoughts out on paper— er, post. 

Well.. I think we’ve found the place. The view is killer, especially with a rooftop terrace.

So, I guess every blog has a first post, right? Are they always this awkward? I’m hoping so. Well, for those of you that don’t know me from every other stuck up charity ball in the city, I’m Spencer Hastings. I have a beautiful wife of three years now, with one of the biggest weddings ever (just like she likes it). Now that we’ve gotten settled into our marriage and our careers, we’re moving onto the next step which brings me to the real post!

Today was a big day for Aria and me. Firstly, we took what feels like our hundredth look through the cryobank listings. We thought about asking someone we knew, but we want this baby to feel like it’s all ours. We don’t want someone who’s biologically attached to the baby looming around all the time. Well, I suppose.. I didn’t want. Aria didn’t seem to mind but I can’t help it. I couldn’t bring myself to let someone else have rights to this metaphorical baby. Now, you’d think that sitting around and looking on a computer wouldn’t take a lot of effort but it really does kill your energy. Aria spent half the time mocking me over how picky I am but I can’t really deny it. So, after a few hours of seemingly useless searching, I gave up and we went out to one of our faaaavorite restaurants ever. 

So, we went to Brasserie Ruhlmann. It’s pricey.. like, extremely pricey. But, it was the first place we went when we moved here as a celebratory dinner and I figured it’d only be right to go there again. So, we went, we talked, we ate and drank; as seen as above. Look how cute she is. It’s sickening, really. But, alas, I’ve grown to love it. Then, after lunch we did the other thing we’d been intending to do for a couple months now. Aria is alright with the tiny apartment for now until the baby gets closer, but I’d rather have a new one all squared away before we even start counting down the months. Maybe I’m over-attentive to these things but I’d rather have everything organized than let it fall into place. Can you blame me? Anyway, we went to look again at our favorites again and you guys.. I think we found our apartment! We’ll post pictures soon, but I’m really excited about this one. It’s a beautiful apartment, and could be an amazing home. 

So, while I hate the term because I’m the type that takes her destiny into her own hands.. everything really is falling into place.