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Thursday, December 31, 2009

we met in an unconventional way.

you were new to match.com, i was not.

i am not sure who winked first.

nor do i remember much about your profile.

except for the fact that said you didn't like chain restaurants.

my foodie soul mate.

when we met for the first time

i felt like we had known each other our whole life.

i knew that you were different.

but i played it cool.

i knew when i invited you to my brother's wedding

that you had my heart.

i knew that you were the one i wanted to grow old with,

and walk down life's road hand and hand.

we decided to get married over a bowl of vodka rose pasta.

i am pretty sure it was a very matter of fact conversation.

we both agreed las vegas was the place,

and new year's eve was the date.

little did we know the road ahead of us,

but i know we could not have walked down it

without each other.

it is your love that makes me want to be better.

it is your love that saves me every single day.

and it is because of your love that i can face

whatever life may bring.

i love you.

happy anniversary, precious husband!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

me and my mom in the hospital.

it seems that one of the first questions people ask when a baby is born, is how much did the little bundle weigh? they don't ask if mother and baby are healthy, but want to know if it is a big baby? as if having a big baby is some sort of right of passage. and we wonder why we are a weight obsessed culture.

when i was pregnant with cooper, my mil was convinced i was going to have a huge baby. i am not really sure why she thought that. my precious husband and his brother were over 8 pounds. my nephew was also over 8 pounds and has been in the 95th percentile since he was a wee one, but my bil and sil are much taller than me, so the size of their child really had no bearing on the size of the child my precious husband and i would create. cooper, by the way was 7 pounds 4 ounces.

perhaps my mil also thought i would have a big baby because i was 10 pounds. before you gasp, you must know this, i was also a month late. my father was in medical school when i was born and despite my mother's begging to be induced, the doctors were unwilling to induce labor. it was harvey wall bangers and chili dogs that finally coaxed me out of the womb ( and for the record i cant stand hot dogs). i cant tell you how many times i have heard over the years about my weight at birth.

but while i was home i discovered a little bit of family history that needs to be rewritten. i was in my dad's office printing a recipe and out of the corner of my eye i saw a bunch of old photo albums. i immediately sat down to look at them, hidden in the stack was my baby book. i started looking through the pages and was suddenly dumb struck at the information i discovered. i was NOT a 10 pound baby, in fact i was far from it. i weighed 8 pounds and 4 ounces when i was born.

i share my discovery and clarified with my parents. my dad's reply "i knew you were 8 pounds 4 ounces when you were born." my mother's reply "well it felt like you were a 10 pound baby."

the way i see it, if i wasn't a month late, cooper and i would have more than likely had the same birth weight. and for the bean, well i guess we will find out in 8 weeks......