Spring break is over, everybody! I never thought I would be so excited to see it end. Having a kid in school makes a huge difference. I would probably feel differently if I were the one in school. What did we do this week? Well, we mostly hung out around the house, went shopping, and cleaned poop out of underwear, which is so different and so much more disturbing than cleaning poop out of a diaper. That is definitely something we need to continue working on. Other than that, we mostly stayed home because, well, doing anything fun during spring break usually means sitting in long lines and dealing with ridiculous crowds, and that is just not something I am up for when I am 9 months pregnant.
Speaking of pregnancy, I am almost 37 weeks, which means I almost certainly cannot go a post without mentioning pregnancy at least once. You wanna know what I was doing moments before I opened up my laptop and began typing this entry? I was bouncing my big fat as ass on an exercise ball to help get the little guy into optimal position. It seems a little early to try and get things moving, but…fuck, pregnancy is uncomfortable and I want nothing more than for it to be over.
Earlier, I was looking through some old pictures of Vance and me from the very early days of our relationship. I mean early, like when we were not sure exactly what we were doing except having prohibitive amounts of (devious) fun. I’m talking 2005. And now I want to talk about it. I want to relive it, because that year was one of the most fun years of my life, and it pretty much ended up changing the course of my life.
So, it begins with 3 relationships ending/beginning/ending/ beginning in the course of a few months. My dating history can be seriously be summed up in a single year, that’s how fast I would tend to move. I had been dating my first boyfriend for over a year, close to a year and a half, when I decided to finally kick him to the curb. It was simple: I wanted to move out of my brother’s house, he didn’t, I wanted to progress in my life, he didn’t. And he was gross and would do really disturbing things, like, pee in the sink when the toilet worked just fine. So I dumped his ass. Very shortly after that, I started dating a guy from work (which was at Papa Johns. I was a shift leader.) He was weird and flaky, and had more female friends than I think any female brave enough to date him would feel comfortable with. A little over a month later, he broke up with me, saying he just wanted to “date” me, and not be so serious. Not surprisingly, I heard from numerous people that he slept with a female friend or two the next day. What is surprising is that I did the same thing with Vance. Too much?
I had met Vance a couple of years earlier when I was living in Houston with my first ex. This is the connection: He was my ex-boyfriend’s sister’s boyfriend’s best friend. I liked him instantly. Strangely enough, I found out he had moved to Austin around the same time we had. We kept in contact over the internet and whatnot. I invited him to my 20th birthday party, which took place like a week before ex #2 broke up with me. After ex #2 broke up with me, I found solace and comfort in my new friend. He and I decided to start “seeing” each other on less than serious terms. What’s funny is how over time we started seeing each other all of the time to where we were together constantly. Of course things got serious. Duh.
Look how skinny. I totally rocked the hot metal nerd chick look.
During this epic summer, we saw Opeth at Stubb’s BBQ. Opeth is an obscure Swedish progressive metal we just both happen to like in ridiculous amounts. We had floor seats to System of a Down, which turned out to be one of the best concerts we have ever been to. We floated the Comal river on two separate occasions, suffering some of the worst sunburns we have ever experienced.
Look at how skinny he was! And you can totally see his face!
We would stay up all night talking about anything and everything. Vance and I had so much in common from the very beginning, from our musical tastes, our strikingly similar physical appearances, to our issues with our fathers and upbringings. He was becoming one of my best friends, because I could share more things with him than I could with anyone else, including my best female friends. How could we not end up serious?
My cute boyfriend.
By the end of the summer, Vance and I decided to stop fucking around and just admit that we were together all the time because we wanted to be. We officially became a couple. And now, almost 6 years later, we are married, have the most amazing little boy in the world, and are about to spawn a second time. It is amazing to think of where we started. And now look at us!
Come on, you wish you and your spouse were this sexy.