Chapter 2 – The wedding, the baby

On the 24th of March 2007, we got married. It was a beautiful autumn day, and from the garden where we congregated, we could see the ocean and the mountains that formed the cove of Hout Bay.
It was an idyllic, picture-perfect, small and intimate wedding with only 80 guests. We adapted quickly to married life, but there was constant bickering from his family, but he did not allow it to escalate. I appreciated that about him.

The company he worked for made it possible for us to relocate to Joburg.  He transferred in December. I was waiting for my transfer to go through, but my husband assured me that it was going to happen.
A year after our wedding we were both in Joburg.
We realized we could make things happen, and it was a testament to our love and desire.

Three years went by so quickly, and Joburg was now our home.
We hardly went to Cape Town, and if we did it was for December break. We loved our new life. We were happy, comfortable and getting fat. As in obese. As in overweight.

We wanted a baby, but pregnancy was not happening due to our lifestyle: excessive eating, drinking, and smoking, a good life. Once again, we made a plan and went from being unhealthy to a super fit couple.
The transformation was swift and everyone saw our change. Even though with the changes made, we still did not have a child.
We went for fertility treatments and that drained us financially. We did not live that party life but we could not do as we pleased socially. We had a goal, and we always meet our targets.

This target, though, was not going to happen and we decided to end this quest. I went back to my routine but, he was obsessed with looking good and working out. I, on the other hand, became plump and somewhat happy.
He was not happy with this way I wanted to live. He insisted I work out, eat properly,  and eat less junk. It was all about sculpting our bodies.
I hated this gym thing. It was not fun, but, because I loved him, and wanted us to work, I did it.

He was looking good, obsessed with his muscles and workouts. Looking back I can now see the vanity.
Our sixth anniversary was coming up and we planned a trip to Thailand. He loved showing off his physique. I was laboring along in the gym, but I looked good and felt good, he just wanted me to do more.

This persistence was put to an end when in April 2013 I found out I was going to be a mother. We were delighted, I was thrilled as this meant no more training for me.
While I planned for this child, our child, he continued with his training regime. We were in two different places, and although I could sense this separation, these separate ideals, I paid little attention to it as I was going to be a mother.