These past few days have been hectic: finishing up the experiments needed for my paper before I leave lab for several weeks, getting things settled with my adviser, family in town, and packing up/cleaning/prepping our house for our move/renter.
In packing up my house, I have come across a few things that don’t belong. I haven’t told anyone about them and to be honest, I guess its embarrassing. I had such presumptions about how this past year would go and to be honest, moving to Mexico wasn’t really on the list. As much fun as it will be, I’ve done the living abroad thing. I’ve been fortunate enough to travel. I was ready for the next phase in life.
So ready, in fact, that as I was packing up my closet I found the two pairs of “larger jeans” and the one maternity shirt that I bought last fall on super sale at Ross. I remember what my husband said when I brought them home that day.
“I bought jeans that are too big for me today!”
(not getting it) “Why’d you do that? Now you’re just going to have to return them.”
“No…I purposely did that…you know, for when I get pregnant. I’ll probably grow out of my pants really fast.” (So fast that I won’t have time to go to the store? Umm, yeah…)
“Isn’t that a bit…presumptuous? You’re not even pregnant yet”
Turns out yes. Yes, it was.
But that’s not all. After month two, I also went out and bought one of these. To keep hope alive, you know.
After all, you can’t toast with champagne once you find out you’re pregnant, you know! And the thing is, that’s actually the second bottle I had bought. Around month four, I went out and had to buy another after I popped it open for two pregnant girls who attended a bridal shower I hosted.
So, I’m going to open this sucker today, in celebration of MOVING and LIFE and all that good stuff. And I don’t make presumptions like that anymore. I buy all my clothes to fit and flatter my figure now. My hope doesn’t manifest itself in physical signs like that anymore.
Am I the only one who did something like this or do you have your own presumptions that you made? I promise I won’t make fun of you.