I think I'm a witch*

How wonderful is it to be married, you ask? It goes a little like this...

Your sweet husband agrees to 

PIANO lessons!!

You sit down with him

[excited]

and start going through flash cards.

Flash cards that you took forever to

cut out of cute paper and write carefully.

He catches on so quick and you're

super excited and proud of 

his brain.

And then it's not perfect anymore.

He gets confused by all the

sharps in F# major.

You discuss.

Vehemently.

He says you are being "mean".

You say you're being "passionate".

There are tears.

(I blame the birth control)

And curses bemoaning the name of

TEACHING.

More discussing.

And explaining and apologizing.

Lots of making up.

Compromising.

And then it's time for dinner.

Teriyaki Mahi Mahi.

You take a moment to read

a beautiful engagement story

(it's UPtastic)

and then suddenly!

He's standing before you 

sipping on a Dr. P

offering you some.

But the only Dr. P can

you know of,

is THE one you placed in the fridge

yourself.

To save.

So it would get cold.

For later.

offers can

"Oh, I don't want it yet."

offers can with sad puppy eyes

"I don't want it yet!"

takes sip

".....wait.

Is that the can that I put

in the fridge??!"

.....takes another sip.

"Really.

Really right now?

After I'm already emotional

and been crying

you're going to drink

MY Dr. P right in front of my face?

Without asking?"

leans down

"I put the whole box

of Dr. P in the fridge."

"oh.

Well okay then."

"It wouldn't have

been ok if I hadn't done that, huh?"

"NOPE."

laughing

Don't mess with the ladies' Dr. Pepper. Seriously.

I'm going to be the worst pregnant wifey. Please don't hate me!

*And by "witch" I don't mean "witch". It just rhymes and I'm family friendly as well as not a general user of strong language. So "witch", it is.