During my engagement I would dreamup what it would be like when me and my husband were finally married. I had a whole Idea of what marriage would be like… I pictured it being a lot like in the movies. I loved seeing newlywed couples in the honeymoon phase and just so incredibly in love. The wife always looking beautiful and the husband coming home to her with flowers or gifts just because….
HAHAHAHA… I laugh because this was NOTHING like my first year of marriage. I was pregnant our whole first year (honeymoon baby wink wink) . It was rough especially because I was so incredibly sick almost the whole time. We got married and were so excited to start our life together but instead we found that it would test us in most ways. We were apart a lot with very different schedules and I would hardly make it out of bed. He would leave for school and football practice while I tried to just survive. Some days I would get pretty wild and throw a couple of corn dogs in the oven for him and he’d bring back a snack from the school cafeteria for me… We were living the dream. When we were able to spend time together we would have very intense conversations that usually went something like this… “Fatu oh my gosh not again, i’m gonna throw up” as I’m sprint to the bathroom. “Brittainy what do you need, can I hold your hair… he gags… do you want GAG…water.” a few minutes of barfing and then I could finally say “Fatu sorry while I was barfing my guts out I totally peed my pants so, can you find me some new sweats. Thanks you’re the best!” So, yes our first year was incredibly sexy.
We would try to make the best of it even though we were SUPER POOR and SUPER PREGNANT. We hardly left the house so we decided to try and liven up our life a bit. We had a small moped scooter (but guys this thing was wild and went so freakin fast) so sure enough I’m like 7 months pregnant and agree to this super safe idea, “ Heck YAAASSSS fatu let’s DO THIS” as we fist bump jumping on the moped not caring that 1 week earlier fatu had a pretty impressive crash. It was pitch black outside and we lived pretty close to the mountains. We were cruising along having a good old time and just then this wild creature appeared from the hills and was running full speed at us. I started screaming, “OMG GO FATU GO” we were cruising and afraid for our lives… This thing did not bark once so I’m highly convinced it was not a dog! The freakin thing did not let up either. I could almost feel its breath and my insanely fat butt at the time and was just praying it didnt catch up.. Although our scooter did go fast it wasnt getting the same kind of speed as usual and this is probably due to the fact I gained TWO OF ME during my pregnancy… So with the creature right behind us I did all that I could think of and lifted my legs all the way up to fatu’s head as I’m screaming. Were both yelling and my belly was not helping as I’m trying to scoot closer to fatu and farther away from the jaws of this wild beast. We were flying through the hills and finally the creature gave up… I again found myself saying “Fatu I was screaming so hard that I peed my pants… Do you think you could grab me some new sweats after you change yours? …Thanks you’re the best!”
Overall the one thing that I will always cherish was that Fatu used to make fires in the backyard for us. I again was pretty sick but, being able to sit by the warm fire always made me feel better. I remember his fires were always SO big and had thick black clouds coming from the flames. We had a big shed in the backyard that held a lot of storage for us and apparently a lot of
firewood. When we were able to move out of our tiny basement apartment we could finally use a lot of the furniture that we had been storing. As we were moving into the home I was so excited to put up my childhood bed. It was a nice queen size I had for a lot of years and it had big black wooden frames and a beautiful headboard…. Come to find out THIS MFer had been chopping up my bed and using it for firewood all those months before… YUP, were still married believe it or not.
I guess all i’m trying to say is marriage will never be perfect and now looking back these memories are funny. At the time they felt like trials that were often lonely and hard. If you are in your first year of marriage or 8th and it’s not resembling that of your favorite movie…that’s ok because chances are it’s even better and you’ll later on find out the memories you’ve made during these times are some of your favorites.
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