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Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
My man
My husband was born in Denmark (country not city). He came to the US with his mother in 1989 when she married his stepfather. He has lived in and barely left Georgia ever since. T had a hard life as a child. When he was very young, his mother was struggling with raising three boys on her own. When she met and married T's stepfather they moved back to the United States with T and his older brother G. They spoke no English.
I met T in 2001 when we worked together at a local restaurant. He was actually the one that was there when I picked up my application. He would tell you he knew right then he was going to marry me. I think he is full of it. Anyway, we worked and flirted together until the fall of that year when he took a job at a different restaurant. We would see each other here and there when he would come in to eat or something like that but when I quit, I figured I would never see him again. However, about a year later he moved into the same apartment complex as my father. I ended up inviting him to go to New Orleans with a couple of friends and me and he accepted. We went on our first date three days after I asked him to go with us and I moved in with him less than a week later. We went to New Orleans the next week and A month after that we were engaged to be married. We had a beautiful outdoor wedding the next September surrounded by about 120 of our closest friends and family.
We decided to wait to start trying to have children for three years when we first got together but it only ended up being a little more than two when we conceived D. He was born three days before our third anniversary. On our fourth anniversary we decided to wait another year to start trying for a second baby. We had always toyed with the ideal that we wanted our babies about three to four years apart. Three months later we found out we were expecting K. He was born four days before our fifth anniversary. September is an eventful month for us.
We have not seriously discussed having another baby even though I am not sure I am done with having babies. I do think that if we have another baby, I wish for two things. First, I would love to have another boy. A girl would be good too but I really do love having boys. Second, I want him/ her to share in the September tradition. So be it two or ten years down the road, if we have another, those are my wishes.
My husband is a saint. He puts up with me, he puts up with my shenanigans, he is patient and loving and kind and everything you could ever wish for and he is an even better daddy. So, even if I rag on him sometimes, just know that I do love him and appreciate him. Any smack talk will be rightly smited.
I met T in 2001 when we worked together at a local restaurant. He was actually the one that was there when I picked up my application. He would tell you he knew right then he was going to marry me. I think he is full of it. Anyway, we worked and flirted together until the fall of that year when he took a job at a different restaurant. We would see each other here and there when he would come in to eat or something like that but when I quit, I figured I would never see him again. However, about a year later he moved into the same apartment complex as my father. I ended up inviting him to go to New Orleans with a couple of friends and me and he accepted. We went on our first date three days after I asked him to go with us and I moved in with him less than a week later. We went to New Orleans the next week and A month after that we were engaged to be married. We had a beautiful outdoor wedding the next September surrounded by about 120 of our closest friends and family.
We decided to wait to start trying to have children for three years when we first got together but it only ended up being a little more than two when we conceived D. He was born three days before our third anniversary. On our fourth anniversary we decided to wait another year to start trying for a second baby. We had always toyed with the ideal that we wanted our babies about three to four years apart. Three months later we found out we were expecting K. He was born four days before our fifth anniversary. September is an eventful month for us.
We have not seriously discussed having another baby even though I am not sure I am done with having babies. I do think that if we have another baby, I wish for two things. First, I would love to have another boy. A girl would be good too but I really do love having boys. Second, I want him/ her to share in the September tradition. So be it two or ten years down the road, if we have another, those are my wishes.
My husband is a saint. He puts up with me, he puts up with my shenanigans, he is patient and loving and kind and everything you could ever wish for and he is an even better daddy. So, even if I rag on him sometimes, just know that I do love him and appreciate him. Any smack talk will be rightly smited.
Two things
I went to lunch with the family today and two things occurred to me:
1. Its November. NOVEMBER?! Where did October go? I remember someone mentioning some pumpkins and candy in passing but otherwise I have no idea what happened to that entire month. My newborn will be 7 weeks old tomorrow. That totally doesn't seem possible. I just had his one month appointment, what, two days ago? Oh, two weeks ago? Shit. Before I know it December will be here and that brings a whole different season! I love fall and I don't ever want it to end but somehow it always passes so quickly. Maybe because our entire month of September is spent celebrating. T, D and K's birthdays are all in September. So is our wedding anniversary. The boys birthdays and our anniversary are within 4 days of each other. Nice planning right? So, anyway, by the time October gets here we "rest" and go to fall festivals every weekend. By the time November gets here, its time to get ready for the holidays and all that insanity. Wow. I am panicked just thinking about it.
2. I went to the salad bar and was standing behind a lady, waiting to get my baked potato, who was very largely pregnant. She was gleefully chatting to the woman next to her about all the things they had just registered for and how excited she was. A bundle of excited energy. I had a flash back to my pregnancies. I liked being pregnant. I was GOOD at it. I deal well with morning sickness. It never bothered me like it does some people. It actually made me happy to have it both times. Made me feel like I was doing it right. I grew big, round bellies and big, healthy babies. The kind of belly you can't mistake for fat. I am tall so it didn't affect me like it does some women. I never really had any bad issues during pregnancy. I just didn't get all physically miserable like most women complain about. I know some people would just say "Oh, you've just forgotten" but I haven't. Its not even been two months (November?). I actually got misty thinking I might never have another baby.
T and I have always said two. Just two. Two felt right somehow. Two hands, two kids. Two parents, two kids. It makes sense. So why all of a sudden the yearn for more? My littlest one is just almost 7 weeks old (NOVEMBER?!). Is it my narcissistic side that wants the attention? Is it the fear of closing a chapter of my life that is so essential to a woman's life? Or is it that maybe I was wrong with the two thinking? Is two complete for my family? I guess only time will tell at this point. Maybe its just hormones. Maybe it was one of those fleeting emotions that I will think about in a few months and say "what was I thinking?". Only time will tell, but I think I know the answer in the long run.
1. Its November. NOVEMBER?! Where did October go? I remember someone mentioning some pumpkins and candy in passing but otherwise I have no idea what happened to that entire month. My newborn will be 7 weeks old tomorrow. That totally doesn't seem possible. I just had his one month appointment, what, two days ago? Oh, two weeks ago? Shit. Before I know it December will be here and that brings a whole different season! I love fall and I don't ever want it to end but somehow it always passes so quickly. Maybe because our entire month of September is spent celebrating. T, D and K's birthdays are all in September. So is our wedding anniversary. The boys birthdays and our anniversary are within 4 days of each other. Nice planning right? So, anyway, by the time October gets here we "rest" and go to fall festivals every weekend. By the time November gets here, its time to get ready for the holidays and all that insanity. Wow. I am panicked just thinking about it.
2. I went to the salad bar and was standing behind a lady, waiting to get my baked potato, who was very largely pregnant. She was gleefully chatting to the woman next to her about all the things they had just registered for and how excited she was. A bundle of excited energy. I had a flash back to my pregnancies. I liked being pregnant. I was GOOD at it. I deal well with morning sickness. It never bothered me like it does some people. It actually made me happy to have it both times. Made me feel like I was doing it right. I grew big, round bellies and big, healthy babies. The kind of belly you can't mistake for fat. I am tall so it didn't affect me like it does some women. I never really had any bad issues during pregnancy. I just didn't get all physically miserable like most women complain about. I know some people would just say "Oh, you've just forgotten" but I haven't. Its not even been two months (November?). I actually got misty thinking I might never have another baby.
T and I have always said two. Just two. Two felt right somehow. Two hands, two kids. Two parents, two kids. It makes sense. So why all of a sudden the yearn for more? My littlest one is just almost 7 weeks old (NOVEMBER?!). Is it my narcissistic side that wants the attention? Is it the fear of closing a chapter of my life that is so essential to a woman's life? Or is it that maybe I was wrong with the two thinking? Is two complete for my family? I guess only time will tell at this point. Maybe its just hormones. Maybe it was one of those fleeting emotions that I will think about in a few months and say "what was I thinking?". Only time will tell, but I think I know the answer in the long run.
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