getting physical

Lately, Adam has been really into doing physical exams on me. You know, "for practice". Whenever I see him traipsing up to the car after school with a stethoscope in his hand I groan a little bit because here we go again!

Monday night we did basic vitals: "now I'm going to take your blood pressure" "can you hear this out of both ears?"

Tuesday was chest and lungs: "take a deep breath...take another deep breath...now breathe normally...did you stop breathing? keep breathing but just breathe normally...just try not to think about it." It's hard people!

Tonight's the pelvic exam. Kidding! I have my limits. But really, I can't help feeling like he's sizing me up a little bit. I mean, I'm not worried...I have nothing to hide. But last night he did hear some crackling in my lungs so stay tuned and cross your fingers that this wedding thing's still on.

another milestone i guess

If our engagement were a pregnancy we'd be in the third trimester. That's right people. 6 months down, 3 to go. To celebrate we're going to a wedding so that we can glare at the happy couple and I can ask myself "why did I need to get married in the summer?" "who thought a 9 month engagement was a good idea?" Sigh.

*Sorry to be so negative but gosh...being engaged suxxxxx. Next time I'm totally eloping.

hypothetically speaking

How many bridesmaids skirts is too many to ask your 78 year old grandma to make?

One?

Three?

Eight?

My grandma, performing one of her other talents that's going to come in handy this June.