The holy crap-it's been a month already- update

Last night, I stopped at the grocery store after work and got home around 11:30 pm. Sweets wanted to make lasagna right away. So we busied ourselves in the kitchen together. I answered his questions on what pan to use and how to layer the ingredients while I whipped up a few dishes of my own. I turned half of a leftover pork tenderloin into two dishes. Part was cubed small and sauteed with garlic and onions, black beans, cumin,  dried chipolte and lime to make rice and beans. The other half of the pork was sliced very thin with my santoku knife. That went into a ridiculously fast soup that used for a base a  package of french onion soup that was rattling around in the freezer, a bag of snap pea veggie mix  and a packet of chili flavored ramen. I've kind of been on a tear to use ingredients that have been lingering in the pantry. I must admit that all the recent kitchen reorganization makes it nice to cook lately. I can easily lay my hands on what I'm looking for.

While we cooked, we munched on some yummy kettle cooked parmesan and garlic potato chips. Sweets starts the New York magazine crossword as soon as he gets it. By the time I get home at night, he's usually made good progress and I help him with a few clues. Usually I'm good for the food items that stump him. The past two weeks have been themed on dancers, something neither of us are too familiar with. After we finished cooking, we stayed up reading and puzzling. I read this week's New York issue and drank in the new Anthropologie catalog. I got lost in  the Van Engelen flower bulb catalog. Visions of drifts of muscari, dancing turkscap lilies and parrot tulips had my mind hyperventilating with floral excitement. Last week I went to bed with the White Flower Farm catalog. I'm such a garden dork.

When we finally went to bed, far too late, and past three am, Sweets murmured "tomorrow is our one month anniversary."  He is not going to be one of those husbands that doesn't remember anniversaries or birthdays. He's more on top of them than I am.

It's been a fast month. And a bit of a weird one for me. I didn't expect any type of transitional crisis but there's been some of that. It's a very odd sensation to start the process of changing your name and watching your identity start to melt away. In my industry, most women don't change their name so there has been a surprising amount fo shock from the women and a bit of delight, I think from the men. They seem to get a kick from calling me  Mrs. Weston.

I can't count how many people have asked me snoopy questions about whether and when we'll be having a baby. I find myself telling people all sorts of personal things and I'm not even particularly close to some of them.  Their responses have been pretty funny. One old friend was shocked I wanted to try to have a baby. Some focus on how old I am. Only my uncles seem to have any sense. One shushed a room recently and said we'll do it when we're ready. Another calmed me down over the phone. We haven't even decided to have a baby yet and the little bugger is already stressing me out.

There have been some notable changes in how people interact with us. I went to the auto parts store to buy a bulb for my headlight. The man at the counter was very nice and offered to walk out to my car to explain how to install it. Towards the end of his demonstration, I thanked him and told him my husband didn't think I should try to change it myself but this looked easy. As soon as I busted out the word husband I could see this guy just totally glaze over. Wow. Good thing I got the 411 before I dropped the H-bomb. I'll have to experiment with that some more. Another odd thing is more couples are offering to do things with us. These are people that we are friendly with, maybe attend their parties, work functions etc. Now that we're married it's like we've been inducted into some secret married people's society. I knew it. I knew it existed! I'm just not sure about how I feel to be inducted. Of course it's always nice to have new people to hang out with but I still think it's the best to be with the Bad Girl Posse.

We've reached the one month mark but we haven't gotten to the pictures yet or completed the thank you cards yet. We are definitely making progress on the cards. I'd say we're about sixty percent done. We took a little break from them this weekend to just have fun. We went to the movies, a concert, slept in late, puttered around the yard. These are the type of weekends I was longing to get back to having.

Comments

[rebecca]

yeah the worst part about being married, or being newlyweds is the baby question. you'd think that the people we know would figure out how uncool it is to STILL be asking us that almost nine years later and we still don't have children. i find the husband to be a useful thing. like when being pressured by a salesperson who won't take no from just little old me... if i mention that I'll have to discuss it with mu husband, then they back off.

[jek]

did you get tons and tons of people asking the "So,how's married life treatin' ya?" question?

Oy, people wouldn't let up on that one and I hear ya on the baby thing. We get asked all th tim mostly by older granny type ladies. I just smile and say when we're ready. (As if you wake up one dayand feel ready to be a parent!)

Congrats on your one month and a day (?) anniversary! I hope you have a wonderful week!

[kristen]

The baby question....I got it all the time and then after we had a kid, the question of when are you having another one kept popping up again and again. I started giving the withering look and even said a few times that we can't have another one so people (these are strangers who'd ask) would shut their traps. Because you tell someone that you only want one kid and then you really hear it.

Anyway, happy one month anniversary!!