Ice Cream

One of the most humbling moments in our marriage came about 2 weeks in. I had this bright idea that I needed to have ice cream after dinner and once I get something in my head, I need to see it through. So after casually mentioning my need a few times, Josh and I found ourselves in the Dairy Queen drive-through.

First of all, do not be confused. Josh does not need to be coaxed into going out for ice cream. The two of us have a seriously prominent sweet tooth and ice cream is our shared vice. So my desire to enjoy this frozen dessert was met with zero opposition. And once we had our chosen treats in the car, (he ordered a Peanut Buster Parfait, and I got a peanut butter/hot fudge sundae), we went to enjoy them in the comfort of our own home.

I don’t think we even could recognize the plot line in the show we were watching before our dessert was devoured. We eat shamelessly fast.

Unfortunately, almost as fast as we ate, our realization that we had made a mistake also sunk in. It seemed instantaneous, and there was no warning.

Josh started complaining about a stomach pain and sure enough I was not far behind. Next thing I know we are almost unable to sit up straight from the discomfort and we dragged ourselves to bed.

Once there, the pain didn’t subside. Josh said he felt like he was going to vomit, and my abdomen felt like it was filled with bricks. It was AWFUL.

10 days into our marriage we were lying in bed, miserable. To make it better, we were googling ways to make the pain stop. Yes, we were googling stomach massage techniques to induce relief. Trust me, in all the day-dreaming I did about marriage, this circumstance was not on my radar.

It took 10 days ladies and gentlemen to break the barrier of “bathroom” talk. And we were betrayed by our love for ice cream!