Friday, April 15, 2011
Part-time wife
Because we own two homes with two mortgages, and because I haven't found a job within 30 miles of San Francisco, my husband and I only have spent Friday night through early Tuesday morning together for the last few weeks. Although some of the people I work with have told me they wish they had my situation, I can't say it's ideal. It's like I'm leading two lives: Friday night to Tuesday morning, I'm a married housewife in the big city, and Tuesday morning to Friday night, I'm a working girl with her love 80 miles away--same as I was this time last year. In some ways, it is nice to sort of "ease in" to married life this way, but it also seems like it's making it a longer transition. It's hard to adjust to new surroundings when the surroundings go back and forth between old ones. I trust that God has a plan for us and this experience will help us grow together...for better or worse
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Enjoying wedding gifts
D and I broke in the shoe shoes we got as a wedding gift...in 4 feet of new snow!
D enjoyed a downed tree in our path
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
One month in
One month in, and married life is good.
The wedding went off without a hitch. It seems like everyone had a good time, and neither the bride nor groom ran away or fainted!
The surprise honeymoon in Rome was great, and it was amazing to get the papal nuptial blessing. I was the envy of several married women I know, since I got to wear my wedding dress twice.
Married life post-honeymoon has been pretty good so far. We've both had to do a little adjusting, but we seem to have dealt with our frustrations in a constructive manner. He is still nice to me after the wedding after all! ;-)
The wedding went off without a hitch. It seems like everyone had a good time, and neither the bride nor groom ran away or fainted!
The surprise honeymoon in Rome was great, and it was amazing to get the papal nuptial blessing. I was the envy of several married women I know, since I got to wear my wedding dress twice.
Married life post-honeymoon has been pretty good so far. We've both had to do a little adjusting, but we seem to have dealt with our frustrations in a constructive manner. He is still nice to me after the wedding after all! ;-)
Friday, February 4, 2011
Bride Brain
As the first day of my marriage fast approaches, the reality of it all is finally sinking in. I no longer look at my engagement ring in amazement, wondering what it's doing on my finger. The fear and anxiety I felt about being a wife are slowly fading. Along with these positive changes, though, comes a phenomenon I like to call "bride brain."
"Bride brain" is not unlike "pregnancy brain," in which pregnant women have trouble remembering things. Bride brain, however involves a different kind of forgetting.
If it's not on a to do list, it will probably not get done. Worse yet, even if it is on a to do list, I may forget where I put that to do list. Tasks do stand a better chance of being remembered if they are wedding-or marriage-related. The normal daily activities, like eating dinner, picking up prescriptions, filling up the gas tank, and buying toilet paper, get forgotten until it's almost too late. Where are my gray pants? In the dryer with the load of laundry I washed three days ago and forgot about. Today, I even almost forgot about work. See, I forgot today was Friday, not Saturday.
"Bride brain" also appears to affect sleep. With a couple exceptions, I can't seem to fall asleep before midnight. Even sleepy tea and Tylenol PM can't coax Mr. Sandman my way. Muscle relaxants work, but I have to take them 12 hours before I plan to wake up; at 11:30pm, that's just not an acceptable time frame.
Then, regardless of when I fall asleep, I can't wake up before 7 am. No matter what time multiple alarms are set for, my half-asleep self manages to turn them all off. I don't seem to grasp the significance of those noisy things that are interrupting my precious sleep until some time between 7:00 and 7:30. Good thing I'm naturally beautiful and don't need a long time to get ready. ;-)
Thankfully, I just have one more week until "matrimonial leave" from work. Hopefully I'll remember to go to work, eat and keep the house standing until then.
"Bride brain" is not unlike "pregnancy brain," in which pregnant women have trouble remembering things. Bride brain, however involves a different kind of forgetting.
If it's not on a to do list, it will probably not get done. Worse yet, even if it is on a to do list, I may forget where I put that to do list. Tasks do stand a better chance of being remembered if they are wedding-or marriage-related. The normal daily activities, like eating dinner, picking up prescriptions, filling up the gas tank, and buying toilet paper, get forgotten until it's almost too late. Where are my gray pants? In the dryer with the load of laundry I washed three days ago and forgot about. Today, I even almost forgot about work. See, I forgot today was Friday, not Saturday.
"Bride brain" also appears to affect sleep. With a couple exceptions, I can't seem to fall asleep before midnight. Even sleepy tea and Tylenol PM can't coax Mr. Sandman my way. Muscle relaxants work, but I have to take them 12 hours before I plan to wake up; at 11:30pm, that's just not an acceptable time frame.
Then, regardless of when I fall asleep, I can't wake up before 7 am. No matter what time multiple alarms are set for, my half-asleep self manages to turn them all off. I don't seem to grasp the significance of those noisy things that are interrupting my precious sleep until some time between 7:00 and 7:30. Good thing I'm naturally beautiful and don't need a long time to get ready. ;-)
Thankfully, I just have one more week until "matrimonial leave" from work. Hopefully I'll remember to go to work, eat and keep the house standing until then.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
My vocation
It took me a long time to discern my vocation to married life. For a long time, I wanted to be called to religious life...so much so that I ignored the many instances when God put obstacles in that path to show me the way I was supposed to go.
As happy as I am to be marrying my wonderful fiance, there is still a part of me that wishes I had been called to religious life. I see the great value of religious sisters, and I would have been honored to receive that call.
I trust that God has a plan for me that is beyond my wildest dreams. Perhaps God will bless FUTURE BABY/IES with that calling.
As happy as I am to be marrying my wonderful fiance, there is still a part of me that wishes I had been called to religious life. I see the great value of religious sisters, and I would have been honored to receive that call.
I trust that God has a plan for me that is beyond my wildest dreams. Perhaps God will bless FUTURE BABY/IES with that calling.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dress update
Because I know you're all dying to know...
My dress came in one piece and fit perfectly...horizontally. Vertically, however, the dress needs some alteration. Curse my short little legs!
My dress came in one piece and fit perfectly...horizontally. Vertically, however, the dress needs some alteration. Curse my short little legs!
Friday, January 7, 2011
More prophetic dress dreams
I've never had a recurring dream. What I have had, though, are dreams with recurring themes.
As a teenager, I had dreams of talking babies: newborns would carry on full conversations or go to school. Once a baby won an essay contest over me.
A few years ago I kept having dreams that I had to go back to high school, even though I had a college diploma and was in my 20s, in real life and in the dream. Sometimes it was just one course, sometimes it was the whole four years; sometimes it was my high school, and sometimes it was other ones or imaginary schools.
More than once, I've had to drive a car from the back seat in a dream.
And, as I mentioned before, wedding dress problems have been my latest recurring theme. Last night, the wedding was pushed up by a month, and I said, "But the dresses aren't ready!" To which my sister replied, "oh, no, I got all the bridesmaid dresses and your dress today." Except the bridesmaids, instead of having 6 purple dresses, had 3 red and 3 blue. My mother had a yellow skirt with a yellow/purple plaid jacket. My dress had to be put on in several layers because they didn't sew all the pieces together.
Interestingly enough, my gown was delivered to the shop today. Hopefully, it's not in pieces. I'll find out Monday...
As a teenager, I had dreams of talking babies: newborns would carry on full conversations or go to school. Once a baby won an essay contest over me.
A few years ago I kept having dreams that I had to go back to high school, even though I had a college diploma and was in my 20s, in real life and in the dream. Sometimes it was just one course, sometimes it was the whole four years; sometimes it was my high school, and sometimes it was other ones or imaginary schools.
More than once, I've had to drive a car from the back seat in a dream.
And, as I mentioned before, wedding dress problems have been my latest recurring theme. Last night, the wedding was pushed up by a month, and I said, "But the dresses aren't ready!" To which my sister replied, "oh, no, I got all the bridesmaid dresses and your dress today." Except the bridesmaids, instead of having 6 purple dresses, had 3 red and 3 blue. My mother had a yellow skirt with a yellow/purple plaid jacket. My dress had to be put on in several layers because they didn't sew all the pieces together.
Interestingly enough, my gown was delivered to the shop today. Hopefully, it's not in pieces. I'll find out Monday...
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