5 Years

On Friday, DH and I celebrated our fifth anniversary! I can't believe we've been married that long, but then some days it seems SO long ago that it makes sense.

We spent the weekend at a hotel as a mini getaway. We had dinner, a delicious chocolate buffet, I got a prenatal massage and we saw the movie "Up" (spoilers below). I wasn't able to enjoy the weekend as much as I should have though because the anxiety was in overdrive; it's getting worse as we get closer to the end of this pregnancy. It just felt wrong to me to be enjoying myself and to feel so content - it's like my talisman for keeping this pregnancy and keeping Toodle safe has been to hide in my house doing nothing and as soon as I strayed from that I felt like I wasn't keeping up my end of the bargain and was doing something too risky, even though I wasn't on my feet anymore than usual. Plus, I worried that the prenatal massage or the noise of the movie was going to have some sort of adverse effect (I did have more contractions than usual last night but everything is fine). The prenatal massage was divine - nothing scary at all and so relaxing. I was relieved to come home to our kitties and our own bed though. Just like a Mastercard commercial, we could list the price of the weekend away, but at the end, what's priceless was realizing that we're happiest at home, even if we did have a great pretend getaway.

As far as the movie (here be spoilers) - do NOT see this movie if you are in at all of a fragile emotional state. It is one of the saddest movies I've ever seen and quite unexpectedly depressing for Disney. Don't get me wrong, it's also a phenomenal movie, but it's hard to enjoy a movie when you spend 50% of it crying...and I don't mean tearing up, I mean crying. Within the first 15 minutes of the movie the main character and his wife try to have children, fail (unclear whether they suffer pregnancy loss, receive an infertility diagnosis or perhaps both - I thought the former, DH the latter) and the wife dies. Then the rest of the movie is the poor widower trying to fulfill a promise to his wife, with many flashbacks and remembrances including looking through a scrapbook she had made of her life. I'm sure most kids don't really pick up or care much about the emotional aspects, but for adults it was brutal.

As I noted in last year's anniversary post, we get a picture every anniversary, so here's the pic for year 5 (via the trusty timer) in our hotel room.



I also took a belly pic since I was all fancy for dinner, close enough to 36 weeks. Probably my last belly picture too.

I have an appointment in the morning so I'll update afterwards. Fingers crossed all is still ok.