I was going to write a mopey blog entry from Guys and Dolls rehearsals, about how I was languishing in the theater, but they let me go after we finished "Sit Down, You're Rockin' The Boat." So I went home and ate chocolate ice cream instead.

I bet a lot of other people have discovered MakeMeBabies.com, but I find it absolutely hilarious. P and I will apparently procreate a new Anne Shirley:



What do you think about my little new baby Anna Victoria Lily?
MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?

And our son is a pirate. Piratepants, Jr. But I love his curls.



What do you think about my little new baby Gabriel Charles Brent?
MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?

(and if Zac Efron and I had a baby.)



What do you think about my little new baby Sparkles McGee?
MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?

In P's favorite quote: "Whoa, uglay baby! Can't give those away!". It's slightly gratifying to know that even CyberLand, P and I will have cute babies. Of course, we've known that from the start. Kat was the first person I ever told about my crush on P (waaay back in the day, which was a Wednesday, by the way, in December 2005). The first words out of her mouth?

"You'll have cute babies! Don't tell Rose."

Of course, I didn't know why I couldn't tell Rose. I found out later that she dated P in high school and it, uh, didn't end well. Luckily, Rose knows, everyone's friends again, and she is tickled pink to inform people that she's a bridesmaid in her ex-boyfriend's wedding.

As silly as it is, seeing those goofy composite pictures makes me wonder what our real babies will look like. I'll admit it: I have babies on the brain.

P and I both want children. We really want children. As in five of them. But, like our wedding, we know we have to wait.

-We're really really young. We have plenty of time to start a family.

-I want him to be out of school and working full-time before we start adding babies to our lives. That's going to take a while for him to graduate.

-For pete's sake, we've waited nearly three years to get married! Let's enjoy it!

A lot of the wedding blogs I've browsed recently talk about life after the wedding, which inevitably leads to babies. There are so many brides who go right from planning their wedding to painting their nursery, and truth be told I'm a little jealous. It makes me think of the line in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers: "I've always wanted to be a June bride, and have a baby right off...in the spring, maybe."

P will be an absolutely amazing father. If we walk past a baby he has to stop and admire and make cute faces. He also confessed shortly before he proposed that one of his most important criteria for a future wife was that she would be a good mother, and that I won that battle hands down (which I am quite glad about).

Man, everything is baby-related. I'm watching frickin' Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and even Meatwad is pregnant. Oy.

For some brides, the timing works for them to go from a couple to a family right away. It's not going to work for us. We'll enjoy the heck out of our new marriage, don't get me wrong, but as soon as we're at a point that we can start trying for a baby, we are going to start!

That is, if we're able to get pregnant. When P was sixteen, he was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, and there's a possibility because of medications he took then that we won't be able to have babies. But that, my friends, is a bridge we shall cross when we come to it.

On a lighter note, has anyone else watched I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS PREGNANT? (It must be written in all caps.) It's just like it sounds- women DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE PREGNANT and gave birth in cars and bathrooms and emergency rooms and they DIDN'T HAVE ANY PRENATAL CARE. The show is full of cheesy reenactments and a foreboding announcer. It gets to the point that everyone thinks they might be pregnant. I'm like, "Gaugh! Maybe I'm pregnant! Maybe I'm going to go into labor RIGHT NOW! Maybe I'm...oh, wait. Virgin. Never mind."

And with that, I shall close this slightly loopy, slightly emo entry. I guess I just want to let off a little steam about going from one waiting game to the next. But hey, at least once my wedding is taken care of, I'll be married to Patrick for good! And that, my friends, is worth the wait.

What starts with 'b'?

I was tagged by Lora over at Take Me the Way I Am to do this so...here are ten things I love that start with the letter B!!

(this is just like Sesame Street!)

#1: Baking: I absolutely LOVE baking. I started with biscuits at the tender age of eight, and then moved onto cookies, then cakes, then pies. Mm, pies.

#2: Books: That was my first word. Not even kidding. I was sitting in my crib when my mom came in and I pointed to my bookshelf and said "books!". She handed me one, and then I said "thanks!". Polite and well-read at an early age. But seriously, love me some books. I currently have shelves that wrap around my room that are nearly full of books.

#3: Bridal...ness: I made up a word. I've had two years to revel in being a bride-to-be, and I've got one more to go. I really enjoy all the white, fluffy goodness.

#4: Bubble baths: Ooh, I got four b's out of that one! But yes, nothing is nicer than a bubble bath. :)

#5: Babies: Oh, how I love babies. P and I want five of them. :)

#6: Brown...as in Jason Robert: All right, so I cheated a little bit, but he is one of my all time favorite Broadway composers. He did Parade, Last Five Years, Songs for a New World...and he plays the piano.

#7: Braids: I love braiding my hair, even if it doesn't necessarily suit me. Actually, my hair's braided right now. And I am LOVING IT.

#8: Babbling: It's true. Whether I'm talking or writing, I love it when words are just comin' out. :)

#9: Bows: Not even kidding. I love bows. Any kind of frippery, actually.

(also, who else loves the word "frippery"?)

And finally:

#10: Blogging: What would I be like without a fun place to babble?

All right...if your name begins with C, K, A, or D, I wanna see you do this!! And your letter is...L!

I was going to write a serious blog

Really. This was going to be a serious entry, but I don't feel like making people read something serious. Not that many people read this blog, but still. Exam week is not the time for serious things. Exam week is the time for ordering pizza and watching Arrested Development marathons.

And studying. That too.

I'm trying to figure out if CSI is on. I used to watch that show with one of my former roommates, and she kinda got me hooked on it. After I stopped cringing, that is. I can be a bit squeamish. Spike usually shows marathons of it, so I just turn it on and let it play. But right now they're showing wrestling. Boo hiss. No CSI fix for me.

I dreamed I had a baby last night. It was really disconcerting. I was never pregnant or went into labor or anything. I just woke up (in the dream) and P was like "Hey...here's our son." And I was like "Whoa...crap." We named him Charles Ian Nicholas Trevathan. Which is weird, because Ian isn't even on our list of names. (I know...we're not even married and we've already thought about baby names...better to think about it now. At some point I'll tell the story of how my parents picked out my name.) But yeah.

That isn't the first time I dreamed about having a baby. I once had a dream that we had triplets, and I was still asleep when they wrote the names on the birth certificates. So P named them Gertrude, Catalina, and...I think the third one was Hortense or something ridiculous like that. And then he didn't know why I was mad. He thought he did a good thing. Thank goodness he's so much smarter than that in real life.

Although he did sleep through his alarm and slept through an exam again. And he might read this entry, which makes me feel bad, but I do need to talk about it and get the angst out of my system. He has to take the class again, making it the third time, and he absolutely hates the class, so he's going to be miserable. And I'm sad because I've been working super hard in my classes so I can graduate on time and get better grades in case I want to get my master's later on, and he slept through an exam. Again.

It's also disappointing that I do my best to spend as little money as possible, and I took the only job I could- working at 7am in the lobby of my dorm. I have to get up early every morning and sit there for less than minimum wage. I make very little, but I have over $200 saved up so far, just from this semester of eleven hours of work a week. And he hasn't saved up anything. But he bought an Xbox 360 and a bunch of games (and video games can be really pricey.)

I just don't know. I just hope he's not mad at me for writing this. I love him to death and I'm so happy we're getting married. But I can't help but feel a little resentful that I put so much pressure on myself to make sure we're prepared to get married and give up so many things I want because I'm thinking about what's best for us, and while he does think about our future, he doesn't feel the pressure that I do and therefore doesn't feel the obligations to give things up.

I don't know. Is this a guy's thoughts vs. girl's thoughts kind of deal? Or is it a typical engaged couple thing? I know financial problems are a major strain on married couples, so that's something we should work through before we're married. But really, I don't know how to talk to him about it. We kind of have, but I felt so guilty that I let it drop before we reached a real conclusion.

To put it a little differently- I used to buy $30-$80 worth of fabric and sewing supplies every month. I started cutting back, but last summer I made a conscious effort to stop. I didn't buy anything sewing related for about two months, and now I go shopping just when I need it, and usually just for one project at a time. I wish he would make the same choice with his video games. I did it because I love him, and I want us to not start our married life without any money at all. I want him to make the same choice for me.

So this did turn into a serious post. Not the serious post I intended, but still. Oh, well. I feel a little better now, at least.

Also, I think P should start a blog. It would be fun. He would never rememeber to update, but it would be fun.