On Saturday James and I finally got married!!!! We had a small and simple ceremony at a Justice of the Peace with my parents, James best friend (Randy), and my best friend (Brandy) in attendance. Brandy paid for me to get my hair done and with the new dress that made me look ridiculously pregnant, I never felt so pretty. James got his hair cut and trimmed his beard and he wore a suit. He looked so incredibly handsome. I cried when I recited my vows and James kind of panicked because he thought I was changing my mind. It was funny after it was all over. Afterwards he and I checked into the Hilton downtown, where we took a little nap and cuddled in the cuishy king size bed, We then had dinner at the Melting Pot, and the waiter gave us free champagne to congratulate (don't worry I only had a sip for James and I to toast to). After dinner we went back to the hotel, where we stayed up late talking, cuddling, and taking a shower together. We had breakfast together the next morning and went home and crashed in our own bed. I don't really feel different being married, but it does feel right. I'm happy we did it, and he is too. I'm looking foward to spending the rest of our lives together.
It's been a crazy couple of weeks for james, me, and the little bunddle of joy in my belly. Two weeks ago the ultrasound showed that part of the placenta had detached. It was of course extremely scary. A week later we moved to our new apartment. I love it. During the next week I could start to feel the baby move. This monday another ultrasound showed the placenta had reattached (WOOHOO!!!!!) and it's a boy. James says he would have been happy either way but I know he really really wanted a boy. I actually have known it would be a boy since a a week or two after i found out I was pregnant, just intuition I guess. I'm already 17 weeks pregnant, its going by so fast. I'm almost half way there. I'm starting to show, though it looks more like i gained 20-30 pounds. Ick.
James and I are working opposite schedules. Monday through Thursday I'm home alone constantly. I can't really describe what it's like not having him here. I see all our furniture, the new bedset, the tv, his ugly posters, and it all seems so foreign to me. It's almost like staying in a hotel room that looks exactly like home, except it's not home. I guess to put it simply he is my home. On the weekend it's like we were never apart. There isn't more sex, more sweet nothings, or more affection to compensate for the time lost. It's like we just fall back into place. I won't lie, I've already cried a few times because I miss him so much. He tries though, he calls me 2 times a night and sometimes once in the morning. In May he goes to days so it will be better, we are both looking foward to it very much.
It's amazing how love can be so complex and yet it feels like the most pure and simple emotion I can feel. I never knew I could be this happy, or this lonely.
So here's James's announcement. He has a new job at Dreyer's Ice Cream's plant. He'll be working indoors in the warehouse in the production department making 3 dollars more an hour than he did at Walmart. He started yesterday. Were not sure sure what his schedule is going to be like yet. He in orientation right now and he already really likes it. they let the employees eat all the ice cream they want and it's a really great company. I haven't seen him this excited in a long time, I'm very happy for him.
It's been so long since I updated I don't know where to start.
Valentine's was very nice. I got him a series of ps2 games I knew he wanted. He finished beating them yesterday. He got me 2 giant teddy bears to sleep with when I have to sleep alone. We decided against a traditional "romantic" dinner for something more fun. We went to Dave & Busters, had dinner and went crazy with the games. It was more romantic than a fancy dinner.
I think James and I reached a new level in our relaionship. I finally decided to grow up and start reaching out to him when I need emitional support. You would think by now I would have done that, but I have very big issues with it.
I have an announcement to make but James wont let me make it till Tuesday night. No I'm not pregnant.
Not much to report but thought I'd check in with everyone. I've got some special plans for Valentine's Day. I got all 4 of the original .hack//sign video games that he wanted. I don't think he's guessed it yet. I also got a beautiful turquoise corset, a lace garter belt and some thigh highs. (there's an image for you). yay.
Work sucks, I forgot my mom's birthday but luckily my dad called the day before, I'm coloring my hair tomorrow, and Rich's is infested with straight people.
When I woke up James was in the process of making a big breakfast of omeletts, bacon, and cinnamon rolls. He also gave me some pretty red flowers. It was definetly a nice way to wake up.
One of the games I got James for Christmas is .hack//gu and now I am completely addicted to it. I keep trying to steal his present away so I can play. It's rare for me to get obsessed with a video game, but I've already put over 9 hours into it since friday and saturday. I'm waiting for my turn right now.
The Sudden Departure Random Brutal Love Master (RBLMf)
Sweet. Dear. Loving. At Gate 18. Final call.
You are The Sudden Departure.
You've been in a lot of serious relationships. More than a few have ended ugly. Uglily. Whatever. Our guess is that you're a really fantastic girl who doesn't really know what she wants, and you've broken a few hearts as a result. You fall for people easily, and you enjoy the feeling of falling in love, but once you're there, either boredom or the old "grass is greener" syndrome sets in. The mind wanders, and with it goes the flesh. And then the toiletries.
Your exact opposite: The Intern Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer
We know you're not the classic "love 'em and leave 'em" type, at least not in a purely sexual sense. You have too many serious bonding tendencies for that. But even though you're theoretically looking to settle down, you don't settle long on one person. "Serial monogamist" is probably something you hear a lot. "Emotionally loose" is another way to put it. To the poor guys eating your dust and sniffing your panties, it doesn't really make much difference. Of course, it's not really your fault that people get hurt. You have every right to move on when you choose.
The holidays were wonderful. I took the day off for my birthday and James woke me up singing Happy birthday while waving a honey bun with candles in front of my face. He gave me a karaoke machine and we spent the morning singing and annoying the neighbors. I went to work for our christmas luncheon, which took longer than expected. We then braved a trip to the mall, and James helped a guy get his car out from being stuck in the mud on the way. James was very sweet to me the entire day and made fun of me for being old know.
Saturday we drove to Longview to visit his mother. It was interesting. She is staying with a minister of a biker church and his wife and daughter. He had been a biker most of his life, and sang "Amazing grace" to the tune of "House of the Rising Sun". It was a creepy combination. His wife seemed a bit prudish which is to be expected of a minister's wife but had appearantly once been a biker herself and was really good friends with Janis Joplin before she died. Their daughter was deaf, mostly blind, retarded, and spent the evening talking to herself in sign language and looking at things with a magnifying glass. It was an odd situation, an athiest and an agnostic sitting in a biker minister's home while James' mother would not stop talking. Needless to say we were happy to get out of there.
Christmas eve we slept in and cleaned the apartment a bit. We went to Walmart and got each other's stocking stuffers while the other person waited outside. We ended up opening our presents that night. He got two video games, a book for one of the games, a cricket phone, and an alectric razor. He gave me a star destroyer lego set (over 1300 pieces), a make your own mummy kit, and a pair of 1/4 carat diamond stud and white gold earrings. Christmas day we woke up in each other's arms. I put together my star destroyer and he played one of his games. I made ham, mashed potatoes, and a green bean casserole with coconut cream pie for dessert. Sadly he had to go to work that night but it was still a wonderful Christmas. Even though it was not our first Christmas together it was our first good one. Not because of the great gifts we were able to get each other but because of the happiness surrounding it. I was crying in bed from the pain in my back while he held a bowlfor me to pee in. We weren't worried about being able to pay bills. And there was a definite feeling that this would be the first of many good Christmas's together.
happy