Ok, I went through this phase where I was anti-weddings/marriage back in 2007-2009? Fast forward to 2009, D and I got engaged. I’m still pretty cynical of weddings for a number of reasons, which explains why D and I “eloped.” I like to think I’ve matured a bit and have come to enjoy weddings as a time to drink have fun.
D and I attended quite a number of weddings last year. I can not exactly remember how many weddings, but I think we ended up counting six?
They keep coming, but we’ll go to significantly fewer this year than last. Just when I thought weddings were dwindling and we were coming into an era of enjoying newlyweds and less wedding gifts, it begins. The era of babies. Now my thoughts on bringing another living thing (pets included) into our little family remains the same as it did two years ago. I’ve bitched on twitter quite a few times about the overwhelming amount of ultrasounds posted on facebook recently (although I genuinely thank CAP for not posting hers), and don’t even get me started on the scariness that is 3-D ultrasounds. Between real-life friends, blogger friends, and social media, I think half the people I know are pregnant.
I should have seen it coming. I should have been prepared. Nonetheless, I’m not. I’m not ready for crying babies to be taking over hang out time with friends. I’m not ready for beer tastings with D to be accompanied by babies. I’m not ready to be continually bombarded by a million pictures of babies on every social media outlet I have.
My bitchiness aside, I actually do enjoy watching the changes in those with babies. Claire has the cutest family, and I genuinely enjoy reading about the ups, downs, and in-betweens of her life as a stay-at-home mom. I even enjoy watching her little one grow and develop. I am excited to attend my first baby shower for CAP and her little one on the way. I hope I can find the time to make something for the little babe. It can be amazing to read birth stories (although they still sometimes make me cringe a bit and continually increase my fear of ever birthing a child) and hear how mothers’ hearts grow ten times that day. I guess I am maturing a little bit and accepting the age of the babes in my life.
Don’t get me wrong though, I’ll enjoy the tiny ones in others lives…D and I are quite content spending our income enjoying beer and travels for now.