I'm getting MARRIED!

No, that is not a typo.  Sugar Bear surprised the hell out of me and asked me to marry him at midnight and 30 seconds on New Year’s Eve.  He did an awesome job with picking out the ring and somehow was able to hide it from me for a month and completely take me by surprise.

While most of my friends and family were still in shock from the fact that I am able to commit to someone Baby J’s reaction went something like this:

SB:  G and I are getting married.

Baby J:  Yeah, well I just really want a baby brother or sister.

Hold on, child.  Not happening right now. One thing at a time.

Sugar Bear and I have discussed this whole wedding thing months ago and came to an agreement that we would be jetting off somewhere to get married sans friends and family (not including S though because obvs I can’t leave the state without her).  Mama and Papa C were totally fine with this, or so we thought.

Less than 24 hours of being engaged had passed and Sugar Bear and I were having an exciting night watching TV on the couch.  S barges through the front door and tells me Mama wants to chat with me in the car. Apparently Baby Girl was comfy in her carseat and Mama didn’t want to get her out.  Mama, me, Baby Girl and S huddled up in the car for her to tell me that she was thinking that maybe I should have a wedding.  She’s afraid she I will regret it if I don’t.  Sugar Bear emerged from the house and joined us in the truck and I filled him in.  He’s such an awesome guy, he just said “whatever you want.” And let us continue on.

I gave Mama C. a day to do some research and as of 5pm yesterday she had decided that planning a wedding was maybe too much stress and work. 

We are now back to square one.