This week, Dave and I celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary! I can't BELIEVE it's been 3 years. We were so lucky to have the most PERFECT day on July 19, 2009. I know everyone says that about their wedding, but seriously, kids, ours was perfect. That summer was the Noah's Ark summer. It rained everyday and night for months, it seemed. And somehow by the grace of the weather gods, we had a sunny, beautiful summer day. Here are a few of my most favorite pictures from that day:
It's funny how we make 'plans' for our life, and how seldom reality catches up with our plans. When we got married I always thought we'd wait 2 years before starting our family. Somehow, warp-speed took over, and here we are, a year overdue on our "plan". It makes me think how quickly this time will pass, and how quickly our kid(s) will grow. Also, I noticed how freakishly young we look. It's only been 3 years, but man we look like kids! And I've heard that having kids ages you ... yikes, 3 years from now you probably won't recognize me as I'll haven taken on the form of a decomposing grandma.
When you think about 3 years from now, it seems so far away, but it will be here in the blink of an eye. Heck, Dave and I have been dating now for over 7 years ... ask me if I thought that was going to happen when I first met him ;) hah! My "plan" was to date him for 2 years and then break up with him. Crap! So much for these 'plans' of mine :) Perhaps I should quit trying to plan everything ... but that would mean having to throw away the MS Project document I worked so hard creating which outlines all of the milestones and tasks needing completion before the baby comes. Ok ok ... I'm kidding ... uhhh ... I dont ... uhhh .. have a project... document. I swear :) Look, folks, you're talking to a planner, I can't help it. But ... I don't really have ... a project document. At least not on paper :)
This Thursday is the actual day of our anniversary. Our conversations have gone something like this:
Hunky Hubby ~ "So, honey, what do you want to do for our anniversary?"
Whale Wifey ~ "I'd love to get sushi and martinis at Blue Taleh and then head over to the dive jazz bar for some questionable mixed drinks served in a paper cup and dance until the sun comes up"
Hunky Hubby ~ "ehhhh ... I don't think that's going to work"
Whale Wifey ~ "you never listen to me"
ok ok ... just kidding, I had that convo in my head just now, but it very well could have happened. This is more like the real conversations we've had:
Hunky Hubby ~ "So, honey, what do you want to do for our anniversary?"
Whale Wifey ~ "I dunno, what do you want to do?"
Hunky Hubby ~ "I dunno ... what do you want to do?"
yup ... that's about it. We will probably end up going to dinner somewhere nice, whilst I complain about not being able to enjoy a glass of wine.
Speaking of wine. I'm officially planning my "Comeback Tour". Yup, I'm going to have a comeback tour, complete with anything ever made with alcohol in it, probably some rockin' '80s band, and anyone who wants to watch an out-of-shape new mommy get too drunk off of 1/4 glass of wine and dance her flabby ass away. Any takers? No? I'm so shocked.
Seriously, though ... I've warned Dave that he "owes" me a few good nights out. Ahhh ... I can't wait!! But, alas, I do have some sort of perception of reality. I realize my "Comeback Tour" will probably consist of me passed out on the couch with an infant stuck to my boob and a full glass of wine sitting stagnant on the coffee table. ROCKIN'!
So what was my Preggo-Brain Instance of the Week? It's taken 27+ weeks for me to realize that I had the wrong due date in my What To Expect When You're Expecting phone app. Yes, for some reason I just realized that my app was set to Oct. 13th as the due date. This has thrown off my dates by two days consistently. I have since corrected the due date to October 11th. A fellow-preggo asked me how I feel about losing the two days ... and surprisingly, I feel a little ripped-off!! Like when you're given incorrect change, or when you're waiting at a red light and it skips your turn. What the heck, gimme back my two days! (ok ok ... ask me how I feel about those two days when I'm 10 days overdue!)
This week, the little man is the size of a head of cauliflower, as we finish the last week of the 2nd trimester! This would explain my recent symptom of being, *ahem*, love-tapped in the ribs. Not so nice, little man. This is pretty much the closest thing to torture as I could imagine. Like someone from the inside is ripping your ribs apart, one by one, in preparation to marinate them, grill them up and eat them with a twice-baked potato and a nice Cabernet. Not good. Any preggo can relate, I'm sure. Combine the pressure of this alien trying to burst through my ribcage, with the sudden loss of function in my lungs, and you can start to imagine what it may feel like. My problem is that I feel like this child should be listening to me and behaving already. I feel like I should just be able to think my scoldings and that he should get it. "Little man, stop kicking mommy in the ribs, it's not nice. You shouldn't kick people in the ribs, ever." and poof, he should listen and stop. So far ... I am 0 for 2 on this parenting technique. I wonder if there is anything in the preggo books that covers telepathic parenting?
(the camera was tilted, not the chalkboard!!)
Countdown: 12 Weeks, 2 Days
Total weight gain: 22 freaking pounds. ahhhhhhh.
Maternity clothes? Yes, but I am wearing a combination of both regular and maternity clothes
Stretch marks? nope, still stretch-free! thank god!
Sleep: still getting up 3+ times per night to pee, but when I'm asleep, I'm sleeping well.
Best moment this week: spending the weekend with my nieces and nephew! For the very first time, all 4 were in the same place at the same time!!!
Miss Anything? being able to get up without a forklift
Movement: Yes, a lot more than before. I think he is getting stronger!
Food Cravings: this week I asked dave to pick up some apples for me, but they HAD to be red apples, NOT granny smith! So if you're keeping score, I love watermelon, and apples!!
Anything making you queasy or sick: nope! which is why I've gained 22 FREAKING POUNDS.
Gender: BOY!
Labor Signs: Nope!
Symptoms: I had a baby ninja trying to nun-chuck his way out through my ribcage
Belly Button in or out? I'm calling this one a tie. It's flat as a pancake. I can't believe it's still holding on!!
Wedding rings on or off? on
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy and excited, but nervous as I begin to enter the 3rd trimester!
Looking forward to: sleeping in on the weekend :)
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