On Sunday I published a blog post called Reality Blows where I bemoaned the fact that nothing is as good as it seems on TV or in the movies. https://mum-abulous.com/2012/11/04/reality-blows/ In particular I had an old fashioned bitch about how love and romance never live up to our Hollywood rom-com fueled fantasies. In real life when our leading man gets around to proposing, it’s rarely as spectacular as the extravaganzas we’ve spent years rehearsing in our heads. I was 36 when I finally became engaged and I’d more time than most to concoct lavish scenarios. Sadly they tended to be cliched like the well worn scene atop the Empire State building at midnight on NYE (do they even let you up there then?) whilst fireworks explode around us etc etc. Poor Dadabulous had his work cut out for him. In the Reality Blows piece I may have given the impression that I was less than satisfied with his efforts. I hate to dis Dadabulous. The proposal was very sweet. The only thing that made it slightly under par was my attire – very cheap trakkie dackies. If I could go back and change anything about the big moment it would be my pants. Here’s what happened.
We had arranged to go on a camping trip with a group of friends who are serious outdoorsy types. I was keen to just chill out in the picturesque bush as we had just completed our first full IVF cycle. In my head the treatment was far more pressing than the formality of getting married. Besides, I thought that should it fail I could let Dadabulous off the hook and free him to find someone else to breed with. Such is the rationale of many women with fertility problems. In any case it soon became a moot point. Dadabulous was completely hooked because the cycle had succeeded.
We left for Crowdy Bay National Park on NSW’s mid north coast the day after receiving the mind blowing news. To say I was freaked right out would have been an understatement. The first three months of any pregnancy is a nerve wracking time but the pressure is amplified for IVF patients. So here I am at the camp site stressing out , trying to act naturally whilst refraining from drinking. A lot of wine goes down around the campfire and my uncharacteristic teetotalling was duly noted by the other women in the group.
The weather on the first morning was dismal. It was cool, windy and drizzling. Our group drove to nearby Port Macquarie while we “manned the fort”. Dadabulous suggested a bush walk so I rugged myself up in a very flattering combo of black trakkies and a navy hooded parker. To add to this picture of glamour, I had declined to shower as there was no hot water on site. We trudged up a narrow bush path to a look out known as Diamond Head and were rewarded by this lovely vista.
We relaxed for a moment chatting about trivia when Dadabulous declared. “There’s something I want to ask you”. “Oh right”. I thought he wanted to know what I’d prefer for dinner or something equally mundane. “Will you marry me?” He reached into his backpack and produced a small brown box. “I know you have certain ideas about the ring, so this is a stand in ring until we can get the real one”. It was an elegant gold band studded with tiny diamonds and emeralds. That sealed the deal and the whole thing was witnessed by this mama.
That evening when we made our announcement around the campfire, there were knowing grins from the ladies as they sipped red wine and I didn’t. Back at the office I told my colleagues the news in our morning meeting. I ended my daily sector round up by saying “there’s a new merger going ahead in my sector. D and I got engaged over the weekend”. When Dadabulous updated his friends by email the cheekiest of the group responded with his congratulations and added that “if the rumors prove to be correct, we’ll be congratulating you again in the near future”. Cats it seems are very difficult to contain in bags.
In case you were wondering I did get my “proper” ring. Its a white gold band with a square cut diamond flanked by two tiny pink Argyle Diamonds. So I got engaged on Diamond Head and got two rings. I never in my wildest fantasies imagined that. I just wish I had been wearing something vaguely decent for this very decent proposal.
How was your big moment and what were you wearing?
For Thankful Thursday at We Heart Life