The O'Gs. No, not the Original Gangstas. But close.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
If I don't have MY period, neither should my husband.
It's really amazing how men get their periods. Yeah, they don't have to deal with the bleeding, and the cramps, and the bullshit, but all the other symptoms -- mood swings, crabbiness, irritability, FULL FORCE my friends. And they NEVER admit it. Actually, if you have a man who does admit, please let me know so I can shake his fucking hand.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
If I knew then what I know now...
John and I have been together 5 years (yesterday, so I'm a day late, I'm 7 months pregnant, give me a break). We've know each other for about 12.
Now while seducing him with alcohol (Hahaha) 5 years ago, I knew he was 'the one', when we met 12 years ago, I would have LAUGHED IN YOUR FACE. Why? Because we didn't really like each other. I thought he was standoffish, emotionless and not very warm. He thought I was loud, obnoxious and hyper (gee...).
This didn't last very long, as we became friends, then good friends, then best friends, and then WA LA! There was no getting to know you phase or awkward phase in the love portion of our lives -- since we had already been friends for 7 years. So even though we had just started dating, it felt like we'd been together forever.
Inspired by my dear friend Angie's blog post of today, a few things I wish I would have known before we got married (thanks lady).
1. The fact that I got shit all over, walked all over, and didn't stand up for myself in my past relationship does NOT mean that I have to be extra brash with John. He doesn't shit on me, walk all over me, or make me feel like I am worthless. Unfortunately, even though I know all this, six years of this happening to you takes a big toll, and sometimes, I forget and it comes out, which is not fair.
2. There's really no point in worrying about the shit that might happen. John always worries about when we can do this, where the money is gonna come from for this, etc. I used to be the same. But I've learned that things, somehow always have a way of working themselves out. Sometimes it takes A LONG TIME (ahem six years) for this to happen, but it does happen. Everything really does happen for a reason.
3. Having kids makes you love your husband even more than you ever thought possible. There's something about seeing the man you love hold his baby for the first time. Something about the look in his eyes, the tenderness of his touch, the complete and utter contentment in his face. Something about knowing that you know EXACTLY how he feels. Something about knowing that the love the two of you share created this perfect, wonderful little person who you love instantly and more than you can explain, and would die for in a second.
4. Once you have your own family, your family becomes, well, less important. My family is miniscule, John's is huge. We love them. But PJ's (and soon to be Maggie's) happiness, well-being, needs, etc., will always and forever take precedence over anything and everything going on with the family. I think the family who haven't had young kids in awhile don't remember what this was like, or maybe they don't care. And it's not as prevalent once your kids aren't babies any more (i.e., PJ is MUCH more flexible now), but when you have a little baby in arms, sorry Charlie. Baby wins.
5. Boys love their mama. Girls love their dada. Now, I know this is common knowledge, and I am not saying the reverse isn't true. But when they're 3 and under, this is the preferred parent. I have no experience with the girl part, just yet, but I guarantee it will be true.
Now while seducing him with alcohol (Hahaha) 5 years ago, I knew he was 'the one', when we met 12 years ago, I would have LAUGHED IN YOUR FACE. Why? Because we didn't really like each other. I thought he was standoffish, emotionless and not very warm. He thought I was loud, obnoxious and hyper (gee...).
This didn't last very long, as we became friends, then good friends, then best friends, and then WA LA! There was no getting to know you phase or awkward phase in the love portion of our lives -- since we had already been friends for 7 years. So even though we had just started dating, it felt like we'd been together forever.
Inspired by my dear friend Angie's blog post of today, a few things I wish I would have known before we got married (thanks lady).
1. The fact that I got shit all over, walked all over, and didn't stand up for myself in my past relationship does NOT mean that I have to be extra brash with John. He doesn't shit on me, walk all over me, or make me feel like I am worthless. Unfortunately, even though I know all this, six years of this happening to you takes a big toll, and sometimes, I forget and it comes out, which is not fair.
2. There's really no point in worrying about the shit that might happen. John always worries about when we can do this, where the money is gonna come from for this, etc. I used to be the same. But I've learned that things, somehow always have a way of working themselves out. Sometimes it takes A LONG TIME (ahem six years) for this to happen, but it does happen. Everything really does happen for a reason.
3. Having kids makes you love your husband even more than you ever thought possible. There's something about seeing the man you love hold his baby for the first time. Something about the look in his eyes, the tenderness of his touch, the complete and utter contentment in his face. Something about knowing that you know EXACTLY how he feels. Something about knowing that the love the two of you share created this perfect, wonderful little person who you love instantly and more than you can explain, and would die for in a second.
4. Once you have your own family, your family becomes, well, less important. My family is miniscule, John's is huge. We love them. But PJ's (and soon to be Maggie's) happiness, well-being, needs, etc., will always and forever take precedence over anything and everything going on with the family. I think the family who haven't had young kids in awhile don't remember what this was like, or maybe they don't care. And it's not as prevalent once your kids aren't babies any more (i.e., PJ is MUCH more flexible now), but when you have a little baby in arms, sorry Charlie. Baby wins.
5. Boys love their mama. Girls love their dada. Now, I know this is common knowledge, and I am not saying the reverse isn't true. But when they're 3 and under, this is the preferred parent. I have no experience with the girl part, just yet, but I guarantee it will be true.
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