Less Than Cake

For those of you who read our blog faithfully ( you know who you are and yes, you're a geek like me, and that's okay.), you will have noticed that the wonderful baby day counter states 93 days and counting. Monday, July 30, 2007 will be 92 days. Three years ago, Adam and I were married on July 30. I don't think either of us thought back then that the excitement of the two or three days before our anniversary would change so much. Let me explain the difference:

Think back three whole years ago to what you were doing...and now I will explain what I was doing.

July 28-30, 2004

I was in serious need of a haircut( not unusual), weighed about 110 pounds, and all I had to worry about was showing up on the 30th and looking pretty. July 28 consisted mostly of hanging out with Adam and trying to not drive my family crazy. July 29 I spent getting a hair trim( just to be safe) and planning and executing a bbq for the family. Mission accomplished. July 30 I woke up early (who decided getting married in the morning was the way to go? Not me that is for sure), went to a hair appointment, and was married by 12 Noon. I spent the rest of the day basically getting my picture taken and saying hi to a lot of people I don't remember and not getting nearly enough food, although the ice cream was good.

Fast forward three years,

July 28, 2007 I am in serious need of a hair cut (I wasn't kidding about the not unusual part) I weigh considerably more than I did three years ago (ps it's rude to ask a pregnant lady how much she weighs...a little compassion people) and now trying to look pretty is basically an impossibility. The excitement of the day consisted of washing a car that sporadically runs (if it feels like it), moving stuff, and going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Also, more fun than the movie was the hour spent at the local Toys R Us Store watching Adam scrutnize the subtle differences between 2 travel systems for the baby. Ordering pizza for dinner about did me in with excitement for one day. July 29 consisted of teaching 6 rowdy 4 year olds (and being told by one of them that I was getting fat) and taking a nap. I can't believe how exciting and dangerous my life has become.

July 30, 2007 the blessed day of joy three years ago has changed significantly. Tomorrow I get to go to work and help people solve crises that are simply mind boggling (how do people get into some of the things they do?), and then for my anniversary I am going to dinner with my handsome husband. The only common thread between the two dates, three years apart? I will probably still not get enough food.