I started this blog on Jan. 1, when I proclaimed 2009 to be “my year of preparation
.” It looks like 2010 will most likely be the year of the blessed event, and I am not planning to go off the pill
until my re-fills are up in the fall.
Yes, there is a “however.” You know us girls, we can never make outright statements like that, and always be expected to stick with them.
So I said 2009 was the year of the Great Planning-ness, but in the back of my mind, I always held onto the little “maybe” that squeaked, “Maybe you and Darling Husband will decide to try this year.”
Of course I had that “maybe”! I am only human, after all, and clearly have a one-track (READ: baby) mind. But then, this week, things changed …
You see, my most special friend — let’s call her Best Friend, because, well, she is. Best Friend is getting married this summer, and I am her Matron of Honour. I am very excited about her wedding, as I adore her and her fiance, and her parents. It will be a beautiful wedding, and I’m so proud to be standing up there with her.
So I’ve known the wedding date for like, a year, but it’s only recently that I — and the bridesmaids — have been getting involved in the planning. We went for dress fittings last week, and while they did not have my dress, I tried on something very similar. It was gorgeous, and I loved flouncing around in it. I was so excited! The wedding is only a few months away, and it is finally starting to seem real!
After they took down my measurements and ordered my dress, I was asked to sign a piece of paper that basically guarenteed I would not get pregnant before the wedding — hence making the dress un-wearable.
“Ooh! I promise not to get pregnant before your wedding,” I joked with Best Friend. “God, can you imagine?”
She laughed along with me, as we imagined the awfulness that would be a knocked-up Matron of Honour.
It was only later that I realized what I had signed. I swore — both on paper, and to my Bestie — that I would absolutely, positively not get pregnant before her wedding. And I meant it! There is no way I would dream of doing that to her. Even if I was only a smidgers pregnant, what if I puked up at the altar and ruined her wedding? Blahhhhh!
So while in my head, all along, my mind was murmuring, “Yes, 2010 … but really, anytime!” it actually needs to be chanting, “Not until August. Not until August!”