Joe has been asleep for the better part of three hours now. We drank early today, as we watched the Eagles game that started at one, on down to some point after five when we hopped across the street to the neighbor's for the end of a small bbq. Out of the three other couples there, I was the only girl that could drink, that being because I was the only chick not pregnant. Those women had each trimester covered between them, and as this was announced, I informed that I was the "before" altogether and took a swig of beer. I'm pretty sure I was the oldest of these girls, and with the potential for feeling pressured by age mixed with babies, I'm glad I feel 100% secure in the fact that I only have a dog right now and not a kid.Let's back up and erase babies from the mix altogether. I am intrigued by couples. I like to watch them - in person and in writing. I always wonder what's under the hood. No, not what they look like naked, but what the relationship is really like. When things seem too good to be true, I always figure they probably are. That said, when a partner in a relationship repeatedly describes it as being "wonderful" and "amazing," I'm usually trying to figure out what's being hidden. I probably sound pretty pathetic, but I'm just not convinced. Maybe it's because the words are overly joyous, or because the repetition makes it sound really forced and frilly. I just think the idea of everything being great all the time negates the very possibility. At least in my relationship, I don't want Joe and I to agree on everything all the time. I think that would indicate one of us is holding back, and I think that would be boring. And I'm not saying I want a knock-down/drag-out, but dang, that which makes me love and desire Joe deep in my heart also makes me want to hit him with my car sometimes. But I guess to each his own.
And so here it is in the wee hours of Monday morning. The weekend is officially over. My sister and her fiance came for a visit, and I really enjoyed them being here. Unfortunately, it just wasn't long enough. We did do some shopping, some eating, and some sight-seeing. I also got to see her beautiful wedding dress and to look through some pictures of cakes with her. I can say in all honesty that I am truly excited for her wedding and am hoping it turns out wonderfully well. She really does deserve it.
PS. The Eagles are playing for the NFC Championship next weekend, as it was they beat the Giants today. Sorry, Eli. GO EAGLES!
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First of all - woohoo for not jumping on the baby bandwagon. Every time I see someone who is younger than me and pregnant, that pressure thing creeps in too, but then I realize that I have a life and other things to do right now and I smile.
And, about the Stepford couples who look like everything is perfect. Ha. I don't believe it for one second either. No one is blissfully grinning ear-to-ear all the time about their relationship. If they are, something isn't right. Everyone has those 'I want to hit you with my car' moments.
GO EAGLES!
Yes. Kids are wonderful, but I wish Nic and I could've had a couple years to ourselves before we had them. Now we'll just have to wait until we're 40ish to enjoy our time alone :-) I mean think about it...Nic and I have been married for 3 years and during that time I have been not pregnant or not nursing for a grand total of .... ta da! 2 months! :-/ Oh and I want to punch Nic all the time...in fact I do quite frequently :-)
We really had a good time seeing how y'all live and just hanging out, thanks for all the food and drinks, and just having us in general. Glad you're not too far. Love you Kate.
it may be just who i hang out with, but my pregnant friends encouraged me to have beer because they couldn't, then did some math to figure out how long they'd have to wait after having a beer before they could breast-feed once the kid was born. yeah, i think you'll be like that...responsible, yet awesome :).
I'll be negative, there's nothing like washing the effing hand towels that everyone uses in the kitchen, and mere hours after they're put back out, someone wipes their chocolate protein shake covered mouth on a white towel and mops up chili with another one... And the best part, there are paper towels right next to them. Damn it. Even Gene, the guy that eats stuff from the floor won't dry his hands on the kitchen towels because he's afraid to!
Regarding to baby...shit really hits the fan with me when I have STUDENTS who get pregnant...or my 8-year-old student at Sylvan tells me her mommy is only 24. [sigh] Yep. But, I'm glad I waited before we started trying. Really.
And yes, I love my husband, but he is a damn-man on occassion!
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