Not to get cocky and
competitive, but, this ring is even prettier then Cinderella's slipper.
It has been a mental (I'm allowed to use that word) few weeks. Just so, so nuts! Good nuts! As good as nuts can be!!
I have finally had my post-op follow up appointment with my Gyno/surgeon, and I feel relieved enough to finally type about it all.
Things are seeming very certain and according to plan. It's of course a revised version of the plan I'd always assumed we had, but feeling 'certain' is definitely a new, blessed feeling.
(I don't know why I used the word 'blessed' lol)
A month ago I went into day surgery, and went under for a laporoscopy, and a DNC. My uterus is all tidy now, a bleeding cyst was evacuated, and a lot of Endometriosis was removed (mainly from my pelvic wall), which is the best news ever.
Or so I thought!
When I came-to in my hospital bed, the first thing I got to see was a huge goofy smile on my boyfriend's face. Despite the IV narcotics lol, I'd somehow got hold of my phone as soon as I got out of surgery, and text him to come pick me up. Of course when he got back to the hospital and told the nurse at the desk that he was there to get me, she let him know that I was nowhere near allowed to leave yet. So for an hour or so, I drifted in and out of la-la land, always opening my eyes to him. And all I could think about (besides how AWESOME drugs feel) was how lucky I was to be able to leave the hospital that afternoon as a totally healthy and happy person again! A person I hadn't been in a good 6 months.
I couldn't wait to get home and start a new, healthy chapter in our lives...drink too much Booster Juice and take painkillers, and stay in bed for a week, and get excited about the fact that we were going to start trying to make a baby soon. But I had no idea how excited I was about to really be.
Turns out, IV narcotics + the removal of my IUD hormones = supreme overemotionalism. We did in fact start discussing the impending conception of our maybe-baby before bed, and super emotional (super high) me questioned how he could say he was ready to have a baby so soon, if he wasn't ready to be engaged to me yet.
A minute, and a million tears later, the honest-to-god sparkliest diamond ring was on my finger. Just like that! No hoopla, just the two of us, in bed, emotional and in love, and ready to spend the rest of our lives together. I of course always thought I wanted a grand gesture sort of proposal (and with all the time he'd taken to finally propose, I had assumed a large plan). Turns out, he was just waiting for the right moment, and in turn, the moment was perfect.
I also had thought that I wanted to just have a baby, and then worry about getting married etc. We had known for a while that a baby had to happen sooner then later, and a baby seemed like enough to worry about for a while. But then my friend, my Matron Of Honor, came over with bridal books, and magazines, and our ever-changing plans changed again!
I think it took me flipping through maybe 4 pages of Bride magazine, to get overwhelmingly excited to plan a wedding. My FIANCÉ and I talked that night, and we realized that once we have a baby, planning, and paying for a wedding will get pushed so far down the priority list, that if we want to enjoy entire wedding experience, we needed to do it before we got pregnant. I already knew that I couldn't give the Endometriosis more then 6 months to start returning before getting pregnant, so that meant getting pregnant before December...so that meant needing to get married before December. I checked my calendar and the 14th of September (because it has to be a 14th, and September shouldn't be too hot, or too cold!) just happened to fall on a Saturday! And that was that! Our brand new engagement was given 4 months!
Turns out the timing of the LONG-awaited proposal was perfect, because being forced to recover in bed made for a lot of wedding planning time. As will school (work) being out for the summer. I've gotten our mailing list together, invites designed, rentals figured out, favors figured out, and every party or shower scheduled! And I bought a wedding dress last week!!
It'll be a lot. It'll be a busy summer. Not to mention that I'll be working through it all while also working my way off of my antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication, in order to prep my body for a healthy baby to grow! Pfffft, no biggie! We've already firmly decided to leave the Anxiety Monster off of our guest list, so I'm not worried about a thing!
Do princesses take their partner's last name after the wedding?
The next 3 months are going to be so exciting, and happy, and stressful, and full of sarcastic hilarity, and hopefully I'll allow myself to find some time to type about it all. It deserves to be typed about.
And this ring really does deserve to be stated at, as much as I stare at it.
It has been a mental (I'm allowed to use that word) few weeks. Just so, so nuts! Good nuts! As good as nuts can be!!
I have finally had my post-op follow up appointment with my Gyno/surgeon, and I feel relieved enough to finally type about it all.
Things are seeming very certain and according to plan. It's of course a revised version of the plan I'd always assumed we had, but feeling 'certain' is definitely a new, blessed feeling.
(I don't know why I used the word 'blessed' lol)
A month ago I went into day surgery, and went under for a laporoscopy, and a DNC. My uterus is all tidy now, a bleeding cyst was evacuated, and a lot of Endometriosis was removed (mainly from my pelvic wall), which is the best news ever.
Or so I thought!
When I came-to in my hospital bed, the first thing I got to see was a huge goofy smile on my boyfriend's face. Despite the IV narcotics lol, I'd somehow got hold of my phone as soon as I got out of surgery, and text him to come pick me up. Of course when he got back to the hospital and told the nurse at the desk that he was there to get me, she let him know that I was nowhere near allowed to leave yet. So for an hour or so, I drifted in and out of la-la land, always opening my eyes to him. And all I could think about (besides how AWESOME drugs feel) was how lucky I was to be able to leave the hospital that afternoon as a totally healthy and happy person again! A person I hadn't been in a good 6 months.
I couldn't wait to get home and start a new, healthy chapter in our lives...drink too much Booster Juice and take painkillers, and stay in bed for a week, and get excited about the fact that we were going to start trying to make a baby soon. But I had no idea how excited I was about to really be.
Turns out, IV narcotics + the removal of my IUD hormones = supreme overemotionalism. We did in fact start discussing the impending conception of our maybe-baby before bed, and super emotional (super high) me questioned how he could say he was ready to have a baby so soon, if he wasn't ready to be engaged to me yet.
A minute, and a million tears later, the honest-to-god sparkliest diamond ring was on my finger. Just like that! No hoopla, just the two of us, in bed, emotional and in love, and ready to spend the rest of our lives together. I of course always thought I wanted a grand gesture sort of proposal (and with all the time he'd taken to finally propose, I had assumed a large plan). Turns out, he was just waiting for the right moment, and in turn, the moment was perfect.
I also had thought that I wanted to just have a baby, and then worry about getting married etc. We had known for a while that a baby had to happen sooner then later, and a baby seemed like enough to worry about for a while. But then my friend, my Matron Of Honor, came over with bridal books, and magazines, and our ever-changing plans changed again!
I think it took me flipping through maybe 4 pages of Bride magazine, to get overwhelmingly excited to plan a wedding. My FIANCÉ and I talked that night, and we realized that once we have a baby, planning, and paying for a wedding will get pushed so far down the priority list, that if we want to enjoy entire wedding experience, we needed to do it before we got pregnant. I already knew that I couldn't give the Endometriosis more then 6 months to start returning before getting pregnant, so that meant getting pregnant before December...so that meant needing to get married before December. I checked my calendar and the 14th of September (because it has to be a 14th, and September shouldn't be too hot, or too cold!) just happened to fall on a Saturday! And that was that! Our brand new engagement was given 4 months!
Turns out the timing of the LONG-awaited proposal was perfect, because being forced to recover in bed made for a lot of wedding planning time. As will school (work) being out for the summer. I've gotten our mailing list together, invites designed, rentals figured out, favors figured out, and every party or shower scheduled! And I bought a wedding dress last week!!
It'll be a lot. It'll be a busy summer. Not to mention that I'll be working through it all while also working my way off of my antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication, in order to prep my body for a healthy baby to grow! Pfffft, no biggie! We've already firmly decided to leave the Anxiety Monster off of our guest list, so I'm not worried about a thing!
Do princesses take their partner's last name after the wedding?
The next 3 months are going to be so exciting, and happy, and stressful, and full of sarcastic hilarity, and hopefully I'll allow myself to find some time to type about it all. It deserves to be typed about.
And this ring really does deserve to be stated at, as much as I stare at it.
