When I was pregnant with Lucy I was absoultely, positively sure I was having a boy. I had never even fathomed having a girl. I wasn’t girlie, in fact, as a kid I was made fun of because I was so boyish. I specifically remember getting laughed off the school bus because I said I wanted to be a boy so I could play in the NBA. I was cursed from that moment on. Well, until I grew some boobs, that is. After that, most people forgot about the whole “wanting to be a boy” thing.
I was so afraid I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. That she’d hate me, as all daughters hate their mothers at one point or another, and that she’d be a total daddy’s girl. That she’d have my screwed up teeth and un-tanned skin and would blame all of her insecurities on me. Turns out, she does have my smile and my skin, and I’ve never seen such a beautiful baby. Having this little girl, and seeing myself reflected in her, has made me see myself much more clearly. Because if something on her is beautiful, and that something came from me, well, it must be beautiful on me as well.
Today one of my best friends in the world is finding out if she’ll be buying pink or blue bedding for her nursery. She is absolutely sure it is a boy, but I’ve warned her not to get too excited either way. No matter what, she will adore this little thing, who will probably walk and talk and look like her. And she’ll see herself in a whole new light. As they say, nothing is more beautiful than a happy mother.
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Yesterday was Trent and I’s second wedding anniversary. I rang in this glorious occasion with some sort of food poisoning. Trent celebrated by listening to me puke and then complaining about how hard it is to sleep when someone is doing that in the next room. Sorry, babe. My bad.
I had a bunch of ideas of what I would write on our big day, including song lyrics from a song we used to listen to when we were miles and miles away from each other, a myriad of photos from when we were young and insane, or maybe even a haiku. The food poisoning thwarted my plans.
Another idea was that we would both re-write our vows. I was tickled by the hilarity that would ensue, but, as things often do in this family, we both had no time and no vows were written. My lord, how we made it through an entire wedding is beyond me.
So, after at least 30 seconds of deep thought, here are my new, improved and much more realistic vows to my dear, dear husband:
I promise to try not to freak out when I come home and Lucy’s milk is sitting, rotten, on the counter and know that you really did try to make it to the fridge before you left in the morning.
I promise to attempt to close bottles of condiments and drinks by taking the time to screw on the lid, instead of just setting it on top of the bottle.
I promise to always pick up your pants off the dining room floor.
I promise to entertain your visiting parents when you are laying in bed sick.
I promise to never let Lucy see when I’m mad at you.
I promise to always scratch your back in the mornings, even if I’m late.
I promise to take the time to remember why I married you in the first place and appreciate all the things you do to make my life better.
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Pink or Blue
/1 Comment/in Happiness, Lucy /by MeganWhen I was pregnant with Lucy I was absoultely, positively sure I was having a boy. I had never even fathomed having a girl. I wasn’t girlie, in fact, as a kid I was made fun of because I was so boyish. I specifically remember getting laughed off the school bus because I said I wanted to be a boy so I could play in the NBA. I was cursed from that moment on. Well, until I grew some boobs, that is. After that, most people forgot about the whole “wanting to be a boy” thing.
I was so afraid I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. That she’d hate me, as all daughters hate their mothers at one point or another, and that she’d be a total daddy’s girl. That she’d have my screwed up teeth and un-tanned skin and would blame all of her insecurities on me. Turns out, she does have my smile and my skin, and I’ve never seen such a beautiful baby. Having this little girl, and seeing myself reflected in her, has made me see myself much more clearly. Because if something on her is beautiful, and that something came from me, well, it must be beautiful on me as well.
Today one of my best friends in the world is finding out if she’ll be buying pink or blue bedding for her nursery. She is absolutely sure it is a boy, but I’ve warned her not to get too excited either way. No matter what, she will adore this little thing, who will probably walk and talk and look like her. And she’ll see herself in a whole new light. As they say, nothing is more beautiful than a happy mother.
Best Laid Plans
/1 Comment/in Trent /by MeganYesterday was Trent and I’s second wedding anniversary. I rang in this glorious occasion with some sort of food poisoning. Trent celebrated by listening to me puke and then complaining about how hard it is to sleep when someone is doing that in the next room. Sorry, babe. My bad.
I had a bunch of ideas of what I would write on our big day, including song lyrics from a song we used to listen to when we were miles and miles away from each other, a myriad of photos from when we were young and insane, or maybe even a haiku. The food poisoning thwarted my plans.
Another idea was that we would both re-write our vows. I was tickled by the hilarity that would ensue, but, as things often do in this family, we both had no time and no vows were written. My lord, how we made it through an entire wedding is beyond me.
So, after at least 30 seconds of deep thought, here are my new, improved and much more realistic vows to my dear, dear husband:
I promise to try not to freak out when I come home and Lucy’s milk is sitting, rotten, on the counter and know that you really did try to make it to the fridge before you left in the morning.
I promise to attempt to close bottles of condiments and drinks by taking the time to screw on the lid, instead of just setting it on top of the bottle.
I promise to always pick up your pants off the dining room floor.
I promise to entertain your visiting parents when you are laying in bed sick.
I promise to never let Lucy see when I’m mad at you.
I promise to always scratch your back in the mornings, even if I’m late.
I promise to take the time to remember why I married you in the first place and appreciate all the things you do to make my life better.
My Life, Mirrored
/3 Comments/in Blond /by MeganThis video could so easily be of my kid…it’s scary.
Thanks to Nicole for the link.