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The joys of marriage

7th June, 2009 at 12:13 pm by Emily

It has occurred to me that we’re reaching this sort of comfortable place in marriage. We’re no longer newlyweds (assuming that two years is the limit on that one), and we’ve also had a baby in the meantime. It’s nice to be so comfortable with one another. There have been a few particular instances that have really hit it home that there is no sense of mystery left, if there ever was one to start with.

-I used to think I could never ever ever use the bathroom in front of my husband. I mean, how gross! But… nope, got over that one the day we were married.

We always were quite comfortable with each other. The fact that I could always be myself and not hold anything back was one of the reasons I wanted to marry him.

-A few months after we got married, I had been doing laundry when Adrian came home from work and saw my bra hang-drying in the doorway. He stopped, looked at it, and muttered, “I really am married.”

Oh, yes, dear, you are.

-Recently we got new Sonicare toothbrushes, and it’s a little confusing because they look alike. After brushing his teeth, Adrian realized that he had accidentally used mine. And I proceeded to use it anyway. After that I used the UV sanitizer on it, but still.

Honestly, I’m pretty sure whatever bacteria passed there makes no difference anyway. If I have some sickness, or vice versa, there’s no chance we haven’t already shared it.

-Whenever I start feeling a little down about my post baby belly (which frankly is just about the same as my pre-baby belly, but now I have an excuse for the squishiness), or about any other thing I could feel sheepish about, Adrian will remind me that he was right there watching as I pushed a baby out.

Yeah, after that, I’m not sure there really can be anything hidden.

-The other day I noticed that we were low on toilet paper in our bathroom, and I though to myself that I’d better remember to bring more up because Adrian wasn’t home, and I thought, “Good thing I’m married… what would you do if you didn’t have someone to yell for when you ran out of toilet paper?”

Now if THAT isn’t romantic, ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know what is.

-Last night we were watching this new show on TLC, “The Little Couple.” For the first few months they were married, they were living in different states, and the wife said how when she flies to see him or he comes to see her she always makes sure she’s looking good because she’s excited to see him. And I couldn’t help but remember all the time that we have spent apart, before and after marriage, and how I used to always make sure I’d done my nails or my hair looked good or I’d wear a favorite outfit when I’d get to see Adrian. “I used to do that,” I told him.

And then I thought about now, when I think I’ve bothered to blow dry my hair once in the past four months, I rarely even bother at all with makeup (mascara and a little concealer when I’m feeling fancy), and I wear the same clothes day after day. I started to tear up. What have I become? Yikes!

And he got off the couch (I was rocking Morgan around the room), hugged me, and said he’d much prefer to see me every day regardless of how I look than have me look fancy on the few days he got to see me before.

I may not be dolled up much anymore, but we do have a fairly well-run home (emphasis on the fairly… maybe it should say somewhat ), food to eat, and a happy baby. And we get to see each other every day.

And that really is the joy of marriage.

Mother’s Day

11th May, 2009 at 2:55 pm by Emily

It was a good day of love from and to our mothers and baby girl. We celebrated all weekend and spent Sunday taking a big family nap for a couple hours. Quite lovely. And we finally took a picture of just me and Morgan, which I don’t think has happened since she was teeny. That’s what happens to mommies behind the lens, right?

How gross would I be if I ate a whole pound of See’s chocolate in, say, three days? It’s really hard to resist an entire box of my favorites. Mmmm…

Two

17th February, 2009 at 10:22 am by Emily

17 February 2007Enjoying the fountain at the temple. It was HOT!

Okay, here’s a nicer picture…

17 February 2008Sweating at the airport in Cancun, waiting to go through immigration. It was HOT!

Okay, here’s a better picture… Enjoying dinner at the awesome Argentinean restaurant.

17 February 2009

I’ll spare anyone a picture because I have a lot of spit up on me after a rougher night with Morgan. It’s COLD outside and the winter is really starting to wear on me, which is a shame because I’ve tried really hard to be cheery about the coldness all winter.

However, we have a baby who is growing fabulously, we decided we’ll get some nicer take-out tonight, and as a gift to each other I will make sure we both get showers today. It’s not a bad way to spend an anniversary.

Happy two years, my love.

What’s up with that?

7th February, 2009 at 2:09 pm by Emily

Here’s a little mini-rant. I’ll try to keep it short. What’s up with people feeling the need to respond negatively to whatever you say? For example, when I/we tell someone how mellow Morgan is and how generally she’s very content, the response could just be “That’s great!” Instead, it’s things like, “Oh, how nice. Just hope she doesn’t start getting colicky.” (Proper response? What our pediatrician said: “Usually what you see is what you get, so I bet she’ll continue to be that way.” Even if it’s not true… lie to us. I have no reason to think he WAS lying to us, I’m just saying.)

You get lots of that when pregnant. If I ever discussed my plan to birth out of hospital (and therefore without medication) I’d get some positive responses, but often it was along the lines of “Ha, good luck with that” or, “Wait until you get there, you’ll change your mind.” Well, I didn’t change my mind, thank you very much. As Adrian said in his post a few back, I did say something about going to the hospital while we were still at home, but I was half joking, and it was more a “wow, this is intense and a little overwhelming, and it’s tempting to want to make it stop.” I never actually said that I wanted to go to the hospital or wanted medication. (Frankly, that’s because it came on so fast I didn’t really have time to think, but that’s another story. And I already had it in my head that it just wasn’t an option, so therefore I didn’t ask for it, you know? That’s partially why I didn’t want to be in a hospital. I knew if relief were available or offered I’d be that much more likely to want it. Hehe.)

Also fun, as I mentioned before, was the “Oh, you must be so uncomfortable. You look uncomfortable” where of course you want to reply, “Gee, thanks, I felt like I was doing okay right up until then.” Or even random people at stores saying things like, “So are you just ready to not be pregnant anymore?” Where I’d stutter out some response about how pregnancy has been fine but I am excited to meet her and see what she looks like, etc.

So while musing on this attitude that seems to come from people and why people seem to find it necessary to rain on my parade, the term Debbie Downer popped into my head. I realized where I’d heard this before: on my old law school friend Kathleen’s blog. Her post is much funnier than mine, so you should read it. Once again I realize that I don’t come up with any good ideas all on my own. Haha.

In any case, I suspect I probably do the same thing to people, because it’s some sort of thing in our culture that it’s funnier or something to be contrary. Perhaps it’s the prevalence of sarcasm? Also, I’m sure I like to interject my opinion way too much, rather than just let people do and think what they want. So I’m going to work on that, hoping that at least if I start being aware of it I’ll maybe be less of a killjoy for others.

Outings

5th February, 2009 at 1:53 pm by Emily

On Monday we went out for the first time. (Actually, Saturday, in honor of Morgan being a week old and in an attempt to keep some sanity, we went down the street for a walk. The fresh air and sunshine peeking through did us good, even though it was way too cold.) We had our appointment at the birth center, and I was very good and followed their advice that the appointment be the first time I went out. (We had had a home visit from one of the midwives earlier in the week to make sure things were good.)

Morgan was not happy at first to be stuck in a car seat, but then eventually the car lulled her off to sleep, and I took advantage of the natural light to get some pictures of her snuggled up. I tried to comfort her with the blanket tucked around her but I think the real solution was just the car movement. Go figure.

This is our little sign on the birth center wall of all the babies born there.

Morgan was already up to her birth weight on Monday, which was a big relief for me, of course. I was worried she wasn’t getting enough to eat. Apparently we must be doing things well enough, though.

Tuesday was a big day because we went to a photo session in the morning. There’s a lady doing photos of babies born at the birth center to display there, and so just for participating we got the free session and a few prints. I’m super excited to see them, and I was really happy that it worked for us to do it because otherwise I doubt we would have done real newborn pictures. Plus, it’d be cool if Morgan got to be up on the wall of the birth center. Anyway, our easy-going baby was very cooperative and it went pretty fast, relatively speaking.

Then in the afternoon we went to the pediatrician, whose office luckily is about three minutes from our house. She’d gained exactly an ounce from the day before–again, good signs that feeding is going well. Our doctor kept commenting on how alert she was and how she moves her arms and legs smoothly, not jerkily like I guess a newborn often does. Of course as her parents that’s what we like to hear. Oh, and she impressed everyone by not crying when she had to be naked to be weighed and then sit in her diaper for the rest of the appointment. She really is just incredibly mellow.

Morgan’s pretty strong already. She has been since birth, but now she’ll push herself up when she’s laying against my chest and look at me. It’s kind of scary how quickly she’s already changing and growing.

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