Delia, estrogen, and the emotionally charged insistence on setting a wedding date

About two months after our official engagement on December 5th, I became restless. Verrrrry restless.

Lyle and I had agreed it was probably best to wait to have a wedding until after I had graduated from acupuncture college. After all, doing nursing work and being in grad school simultaneously is a pretty full plate.

But I became restless.

One night my Lyle came home from work in a pleasant and calm demeanor (Thank the gods!), because I became hell on wheels.

"We must set a wedding date! We must get married soon! I do not want to be a 40 year old bride (I'm currently 38) in a big wedding. And we must have a baby!" I stated vehemently with animated fervor.

"I...I thought you wanted to wait...until after graduation." Lyle stammered trying to regain his peaceful state.

"No. No, we must set a date. We must marry sooner! We must have a baby!" I insisted.

Lyle asked what had come over me, and I told him I was not sure. All I knew is we had to set a date.

Lyle paused for a moment, and then said, "Yes. Okay. Let's set a date. When?"

"This summer."

"This summer?!"

"Yes, this summer."

"Yes. Okay."

We both took a deep breath. 

The next day I got my period.

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