Ahh. Well I screwed up that century old nursery rhyme. Sorry folks, I am not married. So for all you old Southern belles and beaus out there- Drop Dead! I am not one to conform to society standards. Not saying I am a rebel with face piercings, dyed purple hair and an emu on a leash but......I do NOT adapt to please others.
It has come to my attention a select few did not attend my baby shower because of their personal beliefs about the order of bringing life into the world. This not only shocked me, but really hurt my feelings. I was under the impression that the biological order was do the deed, wait 10 months and then this beautiful creature will come ripping through my vagina. That doesn't have anything to do with marriage. And I didn't realize being an unwed mother at this point in time was a delicate subject...... That's because its not.
I am engaged to the father of my baby. We have been engaged for well over a year now. We have not rushed into marriage, seeing no reason to. We have lived together for almost 2 years. We will get married. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next month, hell maybe not next year. We will get married when the time is right for both of us. No exterior pressure with influence our decision on when the right time is. I did not realize having a different last name would influence how we raise our daughter...
... Oh. That is because it WON'T.
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