First comes love, then comes marriage...
Ok, so this is the part where I am supposed to tell you that my man and I were high school sweethearts and we loved each other since the first time we laid eyes on each other. Nope. We actually met in a bar. Actually it was a bar in the basement of a bar. Ok, so here is the story.
I was digging on his super-hot roommate and a different one of his roommates was digging on me. My man was just part of the crowd that night. There were ten of us celebrating someone's 21st birthday. Remember those nights? So the roommate that was digging on me got caught flirting with me by his girlfriend of 9 months (ooohhh true love....) and was dragged out of the bar by his ear. Then the super-hot roommate excused himself in order to flirt with someone else. We later found out he was gay and would not have liked me. This made me feel better because my less than obvious advances were going nowhere with him. So that left my man and me at the table by ourselves.
Truth be told, I thought he was cocky. Cocky is something I don't do. Yuck! Get over yourself. Anyway, so now I am trying to think of a polite way to excuse myself when, to my surprise, he says something humble and funny. What???? Really? Then he says something really funny. So I slide over in the booth to check this guy out and boom! We talked for three hours. Mr. Cocky turned out to be Mr. Shy, Humble and Amazing! We left the bar and spent the rest of the night off-roading in his GMC Jimmy (remember those?), going to a country bar and talking (yes, talking) till the sun came up. I was smitten! Truth is - I still am!
So we dated. Then, we dated some more. Then some more.... Then finally six years and one ultimatum later, he finally popped the question. By this time, I had already designed my ring and had it made, I had booked the hall and had the invitations picked out. All before he asked me! For sure he gave me plenty of time to get all this done! He jokes now that he should have known what he was getting into with all these pre-planning activities. He says he just wanted to get through dental school before he asked me to marry him. Whatever...
The wedding was a fairy tale. Perfect 75 degree day. Beautiful setting. Love was in the air. It stayed there all through the early years of our marriage too. Just me and him in a rental house with our two dogs. We were DINKs (double income no kids).
We bought our first house. Just a super cute happy house! I traveled and had a wonderful career as a regional sales manager. He was starting his dental career. We were so in love and happy. It really was just like Ken and Barbie.
Okay, before you upchuck, don't worry… the sh** will hit the fan soon. Just be patient and read on to the next part entitled "Then Comes Some Infertility".