Ha. Last post I said it was sick that I hadn't posted in a month. That was a little under three months ago.
Re-reading my last post, it seems I lied. I quit all nefarious substances because I have a baby in my belly. Looking back, it was kind of fun to make up excuses for why I wasn't drinking. Excuses such as I have an alcohol allergy. It makes my feet swell. I'm doing a cleanse. I only drink biodynamic wine. I was so wasted last night there is no way I can drink tonight. Now I just point to the bump. It's due June 26 and we're not planning to find out the sex until we say hello to the little bugger.
I'm also engaged. Michael popped the question on Christmas Day. I wasn't expecting it, to say the least. When he asked me to walk with him to the beach so he could give me a special present I had an inkling, so I took a look to see if he was nervous or sweating but he was so totally cool. We were at the beach at the Marina with San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge as background and he said a bunch of really wonderful and true things and then he whipped out the Tiffany blue box. I unwrapped it and inside was a sapphire-and-diamond ring (Michael likes blue and although he once said he was opposed to diamonds because the trade oppresses the poor and the weak he got them because he knew I wanted them. He made sure these were mined legitimately.). He told me he wants to be with me for the rest of our lives and he asked me to marry him. I said yes because I want to be with him for the rest of our lives too. So we went home and told our families and we don't have a date yet but later we decided June 2009. It was a surprise because M had asked me if I could see myself pregnant in a wedding dress and I said no thank you, that's not my style. Let's wait until after the baby is born. And there he was, shopping for a ring and planning his proposal, and I didn't know.
What a difference a year makes. I'm knocked up, shacked up, and engaged.
We want to get married in the back yard at the house in Tahoe and have all our friends and family come. It will be a big barbecue kind of thing but nicer than that. There are vacation homes all over the place and we can envision our friends sharing houses, reconnecting, enjoying the beach and the weather and the mountains with their friends and their kids, just hanging out for a wonderful weekend. There's also no end of hotel rooms if you want a pool and HBO. There's plenty of time to save for the trip too. Hope you're planning to come.
The baby is growing well and causing no trouble. Except for regular cravings for chocolate milk (and chocolate everything else), some extremely weird dreams and a little insomnia now and then, I've been completely normal. The bump is big. While I'm driving in my car I see other pregnant women walking and I want to shout How far along are you? so that I can compare bump size. It seems like it pooched out in the space of 2 weeks and I had this dream of a somewhat petite, perfectly round little basketball bump that is already out of the question. I will be large. And I'm ok with that. Mostly. The lucky trade-off is huge, enormous breasts heading to size C. As an Almost A for my entire life I am in serious awe of the wealth of boobage I now possess. I want to keep them forever.
Guess what? I just did the pencil test. You know, where your boob is supposed to trap a pencil under it? I failed the pencil test. Maybe I am exaggerating the size C. But these babies are so fine.
Re-reading my last post, it seems I lied. I quit all nefarious substances because I have a baby in my belly. Looking back, it was kind of fun to make up excuses for why I wasn't drinking. Excuses such as I have an alcohol allergy. It makes my feet swell. I'm doing a cleanse. I only drink biodynamic wine. I was so wasted last night there is no way I can drink tonight. Now I just point to the bump. It's due June 26 and we're not planning to find out the sex until we say hello to the little bugger.
I'm also engaged. Michael popped the question on Christmas Day. I wasn't expecting it, to say the least. When he asked me to walk with him to the beach so he could give me a special present I had an inkling, so I took a look to see if he was nervous or sweating but he was so totally cool. We were at the beach at the Marina with San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge as background and he said a bunch of really wonderful and true things and then he whipped out the Tiffany blue box. I unwrapped it and inside was a sapphire-and-diamond ring (Michael likes blue and although he once said he was opposed to diamonds because the trade oppresses the poor and the weak he got them because he knew I wanted them. He made sure these were mined legitimately.). He told me he wants to be with me for the rest of our lives and he asked me to marry him. I said yes because I want to be with him for the rest of our lives too. So we went home and told our families and we don't have a date yet but later we decided June 2009. It was a surprise because M had asked me if I could see myself pregnant in a wedding dress and I said no thank you, that's not my style. Let's wait until after the baby is born. And there he was, shopping for a ring and planning his proposal, and I didn't know.
What a difference a year makes. I'm knocked up, shacked up, and engaged.
We want to get married in the back yard at the house in Tahoe and have all our friends and family come. It will be a big barbecue kind of thing but nicer than that. There are vacation homes all over the place and we can envision our friends sharing houses, reconnecting, enjoying the beach and the weather and the mountains with their friends and their kids, just hanging out for a wonderful weekend. There's also no end of hotel rooms if you want a pool and HBO. There's plenty of time to save for the trip too. Hope you're planning to come.
The baby is growing well and causing no trouble. Except for regular cravings for chocolate milk (and chocolate everything else), some extremely weird dreams and a little insomnia now and then, I've been completely normal. The bump is big. While I'm driving in my car I see other pregnant women walking and I want to shout How far along are you? so that I can compare bump size. It seems like it pooched out in the space of 2 weeks and I had this dream of a somewhat petite, perfectly round little basketball bump that is already out of the question. I will be large. And I'm ok with that. Mostly. The lucky trade-off is huge, enormous breasts heading to size C. As an Almost A for my entire life I am in serious awe of the wealth of boobage I now possess. I want to keep them forever.
Guess what? I just did the pencil test. You know, where your boob is supposed to trap a pencil under it? I failed the pencil test. Maybe I am exaggerating the size C. But these babies are so fine.
posted by Ponygirl at 3:40 PM
4 comments
