I was sitting on the couch the other night next to Mr. Lovely, getting through one of my last bouts of evening queasiness (yeah, morning sickness ain’t just for mornings, y’all), and I asked him whether he’d ever envisioned what life would be like with a pregnant wife. Like, before we knew each other. He said no. I did too. And I realized that I never, ever, imagined or wondered what it would like to be pregnant. Come to think of it, I never imagined or wondered what it would be like to be married. Or even daydreamed about my wedding day. It just wasn’t my deal.
I feel like there are folks who wait and hope and wonder and wish for those big life-type things to happen, and they just know that someday they’ll be there. Me, I was too busy with jobs and cross-country moves and tour life to even stop and think about it. And now that I’m married and pregnant it’s crazy to look back and think that I never pictured this. Not that I didn’t want it — I just never wondered what it would be like. I suppose I kind of felt like it was out there somewhere and it would find me when it found me. And it did.
So here we are, with me in sweatpants sick on the couch and Mr. Lovely getting pushed out of the bed by too many pillows, and now we know what it’s like to be married and pregnant. It’s glamorous, guys. Really glamorous. But for reals! Did you ever imagine what it would be like to be a grownup, or married, or pregnant, or whatever? Did you ever wonder where you’d end up? And if you did, were you right about what it would be like? This it totally fascinating! Lay it on me in the comments. xoxo