- 7 years ago
Ugh. I just need to let a little bit of my frustrations out. I am totally, 100% PMSing, so I came here to the hive to have a little girl talk without chewing out the next male specimen that walks by my front window.
The past year has been exciting, to say the least. P and I moved into our first apartment together in June. We took a vacation to Austin, TX together in September where we went to a few open houses in a couple neighborhoods we are interested buying in. If you remember a few posts back, P accidentally woke me up one morning a few weeks ago while he was trying to size my ring finger. We’ve started new jobs, endured pretty heartbreaking news in our families, and shared lots of ideas, memories, and wonderful moments together. It’s been the year of “Yeah, yeah, we are ready for the next step!” Cue celebratory music.
We have been talking about getting engaged for a long time now. We talk about ‘when’ we get married, and not ‘if’. We’ve shopped for rings, he’s well in the loop about my ‘mawwiage’ desktop folder of inspriation pictures, and tries to be a good sport when I show him reception ideas. And while I’ve always insisted that holiday proposals are cheesy (no offense to anyone who had one), I have always made an exception for Christmas. The winter holiday season is huge for me, and there would be nothing more magical and romantic than having a backdrop of an ice skating rink, or christmas stocking when he pops the question.
Fast forward to last night, and P asks me for my Christmas list since we both talked about starting our holiday shopping pretty soon. I look at him, with half a maple cookie in my mouth, and two midols close by, and give him a blank stare. I reminded him that I want nothing else and nothing short of an engagement ring, as I’ve told him on numerous occasions. He responds by saying, “But don’t you want your engagement to be separate from a holiday, babe? I mean, how would I ever top that gift next year? Proposal will come, remember, we’ve got our anniversary in January and some vacation plans soon after that. I just want you to have a bunch of wrapped gifts under our first shared Christmas tree, wouldn’t that be nice?”. I responded by getting up from the couch and immediately grabbing three more cookies.
I’m irritated. I’m sick of waiting and I’m sick of his sweet excuses getting in the way. I know he means well, but bah-hum-bug. I want to get this show on the road. I’m ready to settle down, buy a home, be his wife, and make some little ones with that silly goose.
…And my uterus hurts, and a diaper commercial just made me cry.
Just chill me out so I don’t bite his head off when he comes home. Thanks, bees.