*I felt a little bad in my first post. I know there are many women out there who would love to be preggo, but can't. I understand that, and I am grateful for my baby, and the experience; however, just personally, waiting and being patience are not the strongest qualities I have.
Ok... So... Still no baby--I have to say I tried really, Really, REALLY hard yesterday to get something going. I was in the garden, gardening on my hands, knees, squatting, etc. for about 90 minutes yesterday, followed up by another trip to the mall (there was a sale at Banana Republic and my husband wanted a jacket), I ended up being risky and buying a skirt on SUPER sale (who knows if I will be the same size after my pregnancy as I was before my pregnancy, but hey, a little motivation never hurt anyone).
My husband and I have been married for a little over 2 years. We met at a concert--he had 4 tickets, I was supposed to hang out with a mutual friend of ours, he invited her, she felt bad canceling on me, and so she asked if I could come along too... We had both graduated from college and he had just moved back home to start his 'big boy job', I was in the process of starting graduate school, neither of us had any intention of dating anyone seriously. I remember seeing him and thinking he was attractive, but very arrogant (from his background he was used to a more 'exclusive' lifestyle, never really had trouble dating in college, and was starting his 'big boy job'--also for about the first 3 times we hung out, in a small group, all he did was talk about people--definitely not a turn-on).
I am not an idiot, I knew he was interested in me, so I took advantage of the situation (what girl doesn't enjoy a few free meals every now and then). I was in the process of moving downtown and he lived about 30 minutes away, I thought it would fade fast--little did I know that he planned on moving downtown, let alone about 2 blocks from my place (seriously?). All of a sudden these 'casual' dates had to be a little bit more laid out. I told him how it was going to be one day in the car... Our conversation went a little bit like 'now that we are going to be in the same ward (church), you (husband) can't do this whole stop talking to me thing. If you don't want to hang out, fine with me, but don't think I'm an idiot, we'll have to see each other every week at church, I would rather it not be awkward... we are both adults and can handle that things just don't work out...' My husband was very surprised by this, he had never been talked to by a girl like this, it was new to him, a concept of possibly dating a girl who would talk back to him and not be a 'lap-dog' as some of his previous dating prospects... He was intrigued. I still had yet to be.
I became intrigued once he lost his 'big boy job', yes, that is right, the economy hit my husband--he was working at the corporate office of, at the time, a large bank who was bought out by another bank. I have told him if he had never had lost his job, I would have never married him (it made him a little more humble). Now this was turning into a more serious dating situation. Fast forward to New Years... Yes, I admit it, I said I love you first, ONLY BECAUSE my husband was to scared to. For about the entire month of December he would say things like 'there's this girl who I love and I really like to hang out with her,' etc. fishing for me to respond and have him flat out say 'I love you'; however, I was not ready to say it, so I didn't want to put him on the spot and have me not say anything back (I would have felt a little bad).
I had always wanted a summer wedding, the weather around where I live isn't the best, and at the time I was a teacher and summer just works with a teacher's calendar. My husband isn't the best planner (and I am really anal about planning). Summer was approaching and I told him one night 'if you want to get married THIS summer you have to propose soon, if not, I will still date you and marry you, but it won't be until the following summer, I don't care, either way I still love you and will probably be with you, it just depends if you want to get married or not'--this WAS NOT an ultimatum.
Me, being a planner got really anxious in May, I thought a proposal was coming but didn't know when (again, back to me being a planner)--not that I needed to know a specific date; however, my Master's Exams were coming up, which were enough to stress about, I didn't want to stress about a proposal on top of that, I told him 'you don't have to tell me when, just before or after my test'... There was a lot of grumbling (on my part because he wouldn't tell me) and when it came down to it, I ruined his proposal plans (not knowingly), so he had to change them at the last minute. I was at my parent's house and he used my dog Chase to propose to me. I said yes, and on September 9th, 2009, my husband and I got married.
P.S. My husband did get another job shortly after, and just this last week got a nice new promotion :)
