But that about sums it up as far as I am concerned.
The other night I stood in the hallway between our bedroom and our living room. Our beautiful new king sized bed in our lovely bedroom called my name. But my husband, sitting on our new couch in our new living room… he looked pretty cute, too. We are still newlyweds, afterall. The siren’s call of our bed won me over so I inquired “Will you come and sit with me for a minute? I’ll be asleep in five minutes.”
He rose from the couch and went to get me a glass of water. Grabbed my Tums off the kitchen counter as he returned, placing them both next to my side of the bed. He climbed in to bed next to me and began to laugh. “You know we have only been married for nine months?”
Without even thinking how it might be received I blurted out “It seems like SO much longer than that.”
He smiled and said “Well, I am glad you feel that way, too…”
It has been a whirlwind of a year. Last winter we were finalizing wedding plans. And a year later we are in our new house, married, our daughter climbing on to the school bus at the base of our driveway every morning, waiting on the birth of our baby.
If your life has to resemble a Talking Heads song better “Once in a Lifetime” (And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife and you may ask yourself— Well…How did I get here?) than “Life During Wartime” (This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, This ain’t no fooling around, No time for dancing or lovey dovey, I ain’t got time for that now!!!)
So, what does this have to do with maxipads and M&Ms?
The other evening I tucked Em in to bed and snuck back downstairs. In to the medicine cabinet in our bedroom I went.
There was a time in my life when the master bedroom medicine cabinet was a treasure trove of good times. Need to sleep? Wake up? Get happy? Chill out? Get psyched? I gotcha.
And now this. I paused as I opened the door and snapped the picture above. And then I listened for little feet before I snagged the bag of M&Ms that MQD had hidden for me. Had to make sure that no one would bust me ripping the bag open. There in my medicine cabinet is everything I need to feel great. Big maxi pads, small maxipads, lanolin for sore nipples, breast pads for leaky boobs, my favorite face soap… and a bag of peanut M&Ms.
It’s no secret I am not exactly feeling great lately. I am DONE being pregnant. Finished. Ready to trade the low throbbing all day pelvic bone pain for the pains of labor. Ready to hold this baby in my arms, instead of between my thighs (or at least that is how it feels, so help me every time I get up I feel like a baby is sure to fall out and hit the floor, if only it were that easy.)
But this morning… this morning I felt great. Super. Awesome. Like today is gonna be cool. It might even be okay if I stay pregnant through the next TWO or even THREE days… because the M&Ms… they are multiplying. I don’t think it is magic. I think it is Love & Marriage.
I love you, MQD. It has been one hell of a ride, these last nine months. We laughed when we started looking at real estate that we were out of minds to get married, have a baby and buy a house all in one year. But give us a few more days… and we’ll have made it. Relatively unscathed. I know I am no picnic. And I know it might have felt more like Wartime than Once in a Lifetime at times… but the best days are still ahead of us, sweetheart. Hang in there, we got this. And keep stocking the medicine cabinet. xxoo