6 years (Never melts (meef)) by jen
If you were a referral form, where would you be hiding?
This weekend was 6 years, and I think the first time our anniversary was on the same day of the week we got married. It hardly seems like 6 years, yet it seems like we've been together forever
and never to part (does everyone else get these random song lyrics or is it just me?) We got married on a beach, the same one I don't want to go to because I can't hobble very well on the sand, with no shoes and no formality whatsoever. Rented tux and expensive dress with no shoes. That sums up the day. It was a perfect day because nothing went wrong because nothing could bother us. We got married at the shore, and the tide came in during the ceremony, lapping dangerously close to my dress, and we stared at each other and laughed about it. It was a perfect day, weather-wise.
So naturally the best way to celebrate that was to go to Walmart.
Well, we do have fun at Walmart. We make fun of WM denizens all the time. We bought some video games (does that show what dorks we are?) and some costumes for the children, and some popcorn balls. (one year for our anniversary, T bought me a whole TRUNK full of popcorn balls. I was pregnant with the boy, and there were so many boxes, he was more than a year old before we finally finished them. Apparently they were on sale or some crud like that. This time, we paid $4 for one box. LOVELY.) I do have to say it's so much more fun looking at toys when one's children are not in the vicinity.
Walking around the 'mart on the other hand was kind of amusing. I chickened out on the beep-beep cart, instead opting to walk geriatrically slow and hold on to a cart. By the end of our little soirée I had T holding the front of the cart so I could really lean on it without pushing it out from under me. Must have been quite a site, we only got a few curious stares, though. We looked at Christmas decorations and then came back to town to eat at a place I call George.
Dinner was slow and nice.. the place was mostly empty, but full enough not to be creepy-empty. And we took our time. Last year we were gone for a half hour, this time I made a point to be gone for As Long As Possible.
And then when we came home, we got ICE CREAM. While the men were fetching, I got to hear all kinds of sordid stories from my MIL about births gone awry and c sections and other things most polite people don't tell very pregnant woman. Please send me good vibes that I do not end up with a c section (or at least "being sectioned" as MIL is fond of calling it.)
Tomorrow morning is my first bpp u/s and I need to find that freaking referral-slash-prescription form! I suspect the children have something to do with this!
Today I am 37 weeks along which I had been assured by all my crunchy friends was the time to start all the aggressive eviction procedures, but now I'm chickening out given the extra water. I'm going to wait until the u/s and see. I keep thinking it'll be fine, no extra fluid. I also should mention I feel a little smaller than I did last week. What gives? I'm just going to keep bouncing on my ball la la la la
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