The SF has been bothering me for a few weeks to blog about my experiences....which ones, exactly? Well, let's see. On Christmas Eve we got engaged. We're getting married in 38 days on Cinco de Mayo. We moved into a new house over the New Year. And I'm about 8 weeks pregnant.
So, life has changed significantly in the past three months and there's more coming. Fast. Wedding planning has been pretty easy for the most part. Everything has just come together pretty nicely. I have certainly heard some horror stories about how stressful it all can be, but I'm thinking maybe I discovered the secret. Cram what usually takes people a year into four months, and you'll never even have time to second guess yourself! I guess the verdict's out until the actual wedding. For all I know, I've forgotten some major detail that will be glaringly absent and everyone will gossip about what a terrible wedding I've thrown. Haha, I have a dress and enough booze, so what could go wrong?
Speaking of booze, I guess I won't be partaking in any of that for a while. A couple of weeks ago, we found out that I am pregnant. We actually found out the night I got back from Phoenix for a wedding planning week with my mom. SF was soooo sure and tried to make me take the test in the bathroom of a Pho restaurant, but squatting over an unfamiliar toilet with kitchen sounds coming through the paper thin wall didn't seem like a lifelong memory I wanted. So, we waited until I got home...and he was right!
I'd be lying if I said my first thought wasn't whether I'd be able to fit in my wedding dress. Honestly, it's still what I worry about the most at this point! I guess I just don't feel pregnant. I'm not sick or nauseous, I don't have weird food cravings or aversions, and it all just still feels surreal. I do get tired sometimes, but even that is lessening. Yesterday, I started crying hysterically when SF disagreed with me about prelude music for the wedding. Poor guy, I think he was as bewildered as I was.
Look, anyone who knows me knows I'm not warm and fuzzy to begin with so it's not like I'm going to be the type who embraces her inner goddess and feels the life force within or whatever. I went to my first prenatal yoga class about a week ago and was totally out of my element. I mean, these ladies were talking about mucus and perineum stretches and I was so horrified I almost had to leave.
For now, I guess I am hoping there are pregnant ladies out there who are like me. I'm excited to have a little Bean Sprout (our name for the little one for now) but I'm not sure how I feel about the pregnancy thing. Aren't there any other ladies out there who are not so in tune with the Earth Mother within and just kind of bitter about missing out cocktails and sushi? I have my first doctor's appointment in a week...Maybe I will feel differently then?
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