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Amy and I celebrated our 9 month anniversary yesterday. Because we are not totally gaytarded, we didn’t mark it with party-poppers or lavish meals with ballroom dancing after… But there was wine, and ice cream, and eighties musical watching (Fame, for those interested).

(I meant to post about this yesterday, by the way… that would have been a nice way to mark it properly, too. But I didn’t. Because I’m rubbish, that’s why.)

It struck both of us seperately that if we weren’t particularly smart or cautious, this week could feasibly have been marked by the birth of our first child. I won’t go into detail about how the timeline works out there… needless to say, we had a relatively long, cute and chaste preamble to courtship, and so shouldn’t be judged too harshly on what happened immediately after.

Last night we tried to work out what material 9 months might represent… If the nature of the items is qualitative, then it’s difficult to imagine anything less valuable in the general run of things then paper. (Although, of course, typing that now, I realise that there is so much to be said on what paper has done for the human experience…). But if we’re talking about an item that more relevantly fits the time period, maybe 9 months can only really represent one thing, and that’s “Happy Baby Anniversary”.

In the same way that the first week could traditionally be termed the “First Base Anniversary”, as that quite closely reflects what that period of time signifies. And depending on the cultural background, 6 months or 18 months could be the “Haven’t You Proposed Yet? Anniversary”.

I just hope that by the 15 year mark we aren’t, like so many other couples, morosely clinking champagne glasses over our “Staying Together To Put On A United Front Until The Kids Leave Home” day… Although I kinda doubt we will. We are too damn cool for that…

(And in case you didn’t guess, this is totally dedicated to my lovely Amy.)