2003-05-08 at 2:07 p.m.
cucumbers
the days turned into weeks. and the weeks turned into months. the months turned into a year. and now the years total 2.
two years. we have been married two breathtaking years. (well, if you actually want to know the exact date, it was two years on april 28, so now it is two years, one week and 3 days, but whose counting?)
there have been so many changes that have gone on in our lives in the past two years. we have made new friends. we have lost some people dear to our hearts. we have been to many family gatherings. we have added a new niece to our family. we have seen my sister start college. we have started new jobs. we have moved into a new house. we have bought a couple of vehicles. and this is only the beginning. we have done a lot in our two years as husband and wife.
but there is one thing we haven�t done. one thing that random people ask me about in some form or fashion on a regular basis...
�when are you going to have children?�
when i say random people, i do not just mean random people in my family. i mean totally random people. like people i haven�t seen since our wedding, or since high school.
do they not realize how gut-wrenching it is to hear that question over and over and over again? do they not think that the decision to bear a child is a private one? how do they expect me to answer that question?
here i have come up with a couple of possible answers:
- �well, we are trying to get pregnant. we had sex 68 times last month. it would have been more, but chris was having to stay out of town on weekdays.�
- �pregnant? and ruin my lovely figure? i don�t think so, darlyn.�
granted, you wouldn�t understand that last statement fully unless you had an idea of what i look like. let me give you big a hint...
i�m a bbw. otherwise known as a big beautiful woman.
so, does my answer seem witty now? i thought it would. *l*
but alas, there will always be those dim few who bring it upon themselves to try and delve into every aspect of your personal life. asking someone if they are trying to get pregnant is almost like asking them, �hey, are you getting banged by your husband any lately?�
i don�t know about them, but i don�t relish the thought of being asked about my sex life by a sixty year old woman in the grocery store. i can�t even buy groceries after something like that. and goodness gracious, please don�t let me be looking at the cucumbers when someone asks me this. i feel all dirty holding a big huge cucumber in the middle of the grocery store while inadvertently being asked about my sex life.
does that make me peculiar?
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but for the record, i will state our present position on having a baby...
we do not use any form of birth control. but, we are not actively trying either.
for those of you who are going to say, �not using any birth control is actively trying in my book!� this is what i mean by that statement: we haven�t changed our pattern of having sex. not that there was much of a pattern before, but the only thing that has changed is that i no longer take that little white pill in the morning.
so, if we get pregnant, and we are asked, �were you trying to get pregnant?� our answer will probably be yes.
but while we aren�t pregnant, and we are asked, �are you trying to get pregnant?� our answer will be no.
ahh.... the power of perception. in lies the answers to many of life�s questions�
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xoxo
tell me i'm beautiful...
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