What About the “Letdown”?

Oh heyy, so, I’m all married and stuff. I could go into a long speech about all of the details and gush about every minute of that day, I really, really could, but I’m not going to. Instead, I will just say that I have never felt more blessed, cherished or loved than I did that day…awesomeness all around! To be expected, right? Right. But, what I am going to say next is what I want you to pay attention to….I am not by any means depressed that it is all over, not even a little bit.

Do you know how many people asked me about the dreaded and rumored post-wedding/honeymoon “letdown”? I started getting questions about it 2 months before the event even happened and they have really been rolling in now that I am officially a Mrs.! Listen to me people…when two adults decide to get married its because life, together, is good, full, happy & passionate….at least 90% of the time…there is no letdown when you wake up to that life every single day.

A pending wedding can be a stressful, money-eating, fight-inducing monster…and hopefully, like mine, it is so overwhelmingly wonderful that any bit of negative it might have caused is quickly forgotten, but there is nothing wrong with looking forward to going back to the wonderful little life that spurred that promise for forever. Money will finally be saved, new cars will be purchased, home improvements will begin, dinner dates will be had, fun with friends will be enjoyed, children will be…discussed ;-) and our silly little life with all of its good and all of its bad will keep us on our toes every day.

So, if you were worried…don’t be and if you weren’t worried, good for you!

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Big, Round & Crazy

You are already intrigued. I know you are.

This title is a very short yet accurate description of what I imagine “pregnant Hayley” will be. My hesitation to have children is public knowledge…I’m not ashamed to admit that having a dependent, slobbery bundle of “joy” is not at the top of my to-do list. But my distaste for pro-creation goes beyond that of raising the child…because “dread” is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel about actually being pregnant.

I am a 24-year-old who has 3 different doctors (specialist, nonetheless) in my contact “favorites”. In the past year I have had more tests ran than most 60-year-olds have had done in their life. I’m probably dying…but I can’t confirm that yet. Needless to say…I am not exactly hopeful that a pregnancy of mine will be “easy”. I expect to have to endure most of the “side-effects”…morning sickness? Definitely. Intense heartburn? Obviously. Fatigue? Of course! I will also probably be in labor for 37 hours without any sort of pain medicine because my body will react unfavorably to it. Are you all keeping up with me here? It is really going to suck.

Aside from the health issues I am going to be hideous. Picture a less attractive version of a pregnant Jessica Simpson.

Oh for the love of God…….

I will not be one of those girls whose baby belly is perky and cute…and I can’t even begin to imagine what my already large breasts are going to decide to do with themselves. Andrew is going to be so unimpressed.

It doesn’t stop there. Some would describe me as a very emotional girl. Okay, that’s not true…everyone would describe me as a very emotional girl. I can’t see a homeless person on the street without my thoughts racing to find a solution, a way I can help. I can’t plan even a second of my wedding without being reduced to happy tears. I take everything personal and when I get hungry…or drunk I can get really really mean. Hangry & Drangry as Andrew likes to call it. I just don’t see a real smooth transition into pregnancy hormones. I will be…for the lack of a more unique term…f’ing crazy.

So you see…my pregnant future is looking pretty bleak. But, I do see a potential for an excellent blog chronicling all of the crazy and unattractiveness! So that’s something, I guess…

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