I may not be a domestic goddess, but I am a woman. I am a woman who wants to get married. And I am a woman wants to start having children yesterday.
I’m in a tough place right now. My senior year of undergrad (2006-2007) and the summer after, all my girlfriends that I graduated with got engaged. And I went to grad school. Now, I was happy for them. I knew that there were going to be nights of bridesmaid dresses and bubbling champagne. I knew that there was going to be dancing, and that we’d all get to get together and party like we did when we first met. Weddings were like mini-college reunions, and I looked forward to them.
Aimee married Chris. Kay married Matt. Rachel married Matt (different Matt, don’t worry). Barbs married Robert.
I won’t lie. I was jealous. I love them all to death, and I am incredibly happy that they are happy. But there’s something in me that is primitively jealous.
During my undergrad, we picked up a couple extra girls in our group; they are two years younger, and graduated in 2009. My lovely little freshmen (as they will always be called) are both in pretty serious relationships. Heidi will probably be engaged around Christmas. Jessica’s boyfriend has already asked her father’s permission, and she is researching reception halls.
And my jealousy returns, but this time with a tinge of embarrassment. I’m two years older…about to turn 26… The first round of my friends are celebrating their second and third anniversaries. My second round of friends are getting ready to be married. And the babies are coming, by the dozen, and they invade the photo page of my Facebook…
And me? I am living in Brunswick, doing my job (which I still freaking love by the way), and thinking about buying a new car.
What am I doing wrong? Why hasn’t this happened yet?
And I have to be a little grateful that it hasn’t…because anyone before Mike would have made for a disastrous husband for me(sorry if any of you read this). Mike is incredible. 🙂 Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten there yet. I was waiting to find him.