Jan 26, 2008

Married Life

A few notes for those who aren't married. Those who are married may or may not agree with me, but here are my thoughts:
  • You think you will feel different, but you won't. It's similar to waking up on your birthday and thinking, "I'm sixteen now, but I feel exactly like I did when I was fifteen." Here I am married, but I'm still the same person; Trevor is still the same person; our relationship is essentially the same. There are things we can do that we couldn't before, but that's about the only difference.
  • The honeymoon isn't a perfect love fest. The adjustment to being married begins with the honeymoon, and though you're on vacation and have just gotten married, it's still hard. Getting used to spending that much time together was crazy. We drove each other nuts the whole time. It was fun and it was romantic and it was wonderful, but it wasn't the perfect thing that you imagine people honeymooning to be.
  • Getting used to living with your spouse is far more intense than getting used to a new roommate. It's actually insanely hard. We fight about dumb stuff all the time (how to organize the books on the shelf, what time alarms should go off in the morning, etc.), and if I wasn't crazy in love with the man, there's no way I could deal with it.
  • Being in a house/apartment in which everything in it belongs to you and your spouse is the best thing ever. We can put things wherever we want, we don't have to worry about stepping on other people's toes or remembering what in the fridge belongs to us.
  • People always say something like, "You're not going to like doing housework suddenly once you get married," but it's not entirely true. There's a special satisfaction in doing dishes for your own little family. And I love cooking for my Trevor far more than I like cooking for just myself.
Because now that I'm two-weeks-married, I'm so wise.

Jan 15, 2008

I'm married

...and posting on my blog on my honeymoon...man I'm a loser.

Jan 9, 2008


As it's getting here, I have a hard time realizing I'm getting married for real. I'm not a nine-year-old playing getting married at Audrey Christensen's house and the groom isn't Audrey's cat Wile E. in a bow tie that he is definitely not pleased to be wearing. I have occasional freak out periods, but mostly I'm at peace with it. People keep on commenting on how I'm such a calm bride. I don't see any reason not to be calm unless it's during the hour per day (usually when I first wake up) that I worry that Trevor's actually a serial killer and it's going to be dangerous marrying him or that my wedding dress will somehow catch fire in the middle of everything and I'll die or whatever other ludicrous thing my morning imagination can conjure.

Also unreal: we've found out that the new sibling my mother is carrying is a girl! For some reason everyone assumed that it was a boy because we have to have an even number of boys and girls, right? But Bobertoa* it is. I already love her so much. Matter of fact, I started crying right there when I found out because it's so wonderful that I'm going to have another baby sister. When I first found out my mother was pregnant and the baby was simply some growth that could be dangerous to health and expensive, I was mostly just shocked and worried. But now that the baby has a gender, she is a person in my mind and I love her and can't wait to meet her.

*Boberto was the name that we all (we all meaning the children, mostly Nate) wanted to give Thomas when he was born, but Mom would have none of that, so when my parents announced they were going to have another baby, it was immediately called Boberto. The council has already decided that, in the event that the child is a girl, the official name would be Bobertoa.