My Proposal Story
On July 4, 2009 my husband and I were out at a fireworks show. We were sitting on the curb, having some munchies while waiting for the show to begin. One of our favorite munchie foods was, and still is, Nutella. Granted, it's original purpose is as a SPREAD for ON things, but we eat it straight from the jar. Before this particular night I had carefully opened that jar of Nutella, wrapped HIS wedding band inside of a piece of aluminum foil, placed it inside the jar of Nutella and glue the jar's seal back up like a pro. When the fireworks began, I suggested we open the Nutella. I let him do the honors. Inside he was surprised to find the little silver package. I told him that he had better open it up to make sure it wasn't a factory problem. When he did, I asked him to spend the rest of his life with me. He said yes, obviously, and the first of the next month we were married. Short and simple. Because he wouldn't expect me to be any other way :D
This Is Just The Beginning of The Rest Of My Life
My name is Amy and I'm 21 years old. I met my husband my junior year of high school. We became friends, began dating in 2008, fell in love and was married exactly a year later on August 1, 2009. That was right around the time that I lost my father to a heart attack, he lost his grandmother to cancer, BOTH of my sisters were having their children (a wonderful little girl and a set of twins that can put a smile on anyone's face). Not to mention graduating high school just a month or so before, finding an apartment of our own, and beginning our new life as a married couple. I have always had trouble with my "womanly" issues. In fact, if I HAD a cycle, it wouldn't be an ISSUE but more of a blessing. When I was 16 I was diagnosed with PCOS and an arcuate uterus. I was on birth control pills until I was 19 when my husband and I decided to TTC. While on BC, my cycles were regular and I felt like a woman for the first time in my life. After I discontinued the use of my BC, I began missed periods once again. We continued to try and get pregnant, despite the fact that my cycles were coming maybe once or twice a YEAR. My gyne blamed my 275 pounds for this issue and continued to force feed me the "cure all" of losing weight. After my father passed, I became slightly depressed and began eating more and more. I packed on the weight and currently I sit stagnant at a whopping 320 pounds. We're still actively TTC even though I know my weight combined with my previous health problems are a big issue. I must admit I haven't done a huge amount to try anything different. I do feel somewhat looked down on as I SHOULD be losing weight and I SHOULD be doing more to try and get pregnant aside from just complaining about NOT getting pregnant. It's hard. But I will try to keep my faith and continue to pray to be blessed with a child of my own. I know I will be a wonderful mother. I just need to try to keep my relationship with my husband healthy, begin to make MY life a little healthier, and get my mental health back on track as this entire issue has been very taxing on my mind, body, and soul.