In all my dreams about what marriage would be like, I never imagined that one day—after some cuddling on the couch over a couple of episodes of Orange is the New Black—I would lift up my skirt, hand my wife a syringe, and ask her to plunge a needle into my ass.
All joking aside, we are both so excited for today. Nervous too, but I’m fighting really hard to keep the nerves at bay.
I got a text message from my dad a while ago telling me that my nana has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. She’s been in the hospital since Monday, and it’s been one thing after the next since she was admitted. I was dealing with it all pretty well until my aunt sent me a video of nana thanking me for the Mother’s Day card a little while ago. Now I just want to cry. Part of me wants to head straight to the hospital to see her, but the hospital is a good 45 minutes away, and I have to be at the RE in 2 hours.
It’s a weird place to be in. I feel like I’m caught between happiness at the thought that we could actually be starting our family today, and sadness at the thought that I could also be losing my nana. My only remaining grandparent.
Hang in there, Nana. There’s another great grandbaby somewhere in your future, and I need the two of you to know each other.
My eyes are closed tight and my fingers are crossed–please let today be a day for beginnings. There's no room in my life for any endings right now.