There was a rumor making the rounds at the wedding that I was already pregnant. Considering I woke up every morning with either a slight hangover or a full-on hangover, those rumors should be put to rest.
A friend said, “When you have a kid, your life is over. I can’t remember the last time I did something for me—for me, Catherine. And my girl is 3 years old.”
Yikes. How can that kind of life be fulfilling? That is really scary when you hear someone say her life was over once she had a child.
I won’t even entertain the thought of having a kid without a honeymoon. I still have places to go, people to see, a life to live. With so much vacation time, I’ve been pressuring Marc to plan a European trip. He balked, saying he had too much going on. I joked, “Fine, then I’ll get pregnant.”
He flipped. “omg omg omg. I SWEAR TO GOD CATHERINE: IF YOU GET PREGNANT BEFORE OUR 36TH BIRTHDAY I WILL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE HARDEST PREGNANCY KNOWN TO MAN. AND THEN WISH TWIN GIRLS ON YOU.”
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