Possessive Much?

 I saw this meme on my Facebook feed this morning and it made me think of Won. My husband is possessive and he is not shy about it. This is something I learned on our very first date weekend, before I even knew we were dating!

Won and I were blogging friends when Won booked his ticket to come visit me in San Francisco for the first time. He was always flirtatious but I never thought much of it because he flirted with plenty of girls online. Our first dinner together was with my friends and I couldn't pick up any nervousness from Won so I assumed he arrived, met me, and decided he wasn't interested. No hugs, no accidental hand brushing, no anything. Because most people are nervous around people they like. Won acted like I was his kid sister. We were going to be just friends :)

 The next day we headed to the Gilroy Garlic Festival and Won was perfect gentleman, a friend gentleman. Until we approach of group of guys around my age. We had to walk through the group to get to a certain food stand. It was obvious we were all looking at each other because they stopped talking as we got closer. Won, who had not so much as even walked close to me up until this point suddenly put his hand around the small of my back and guided me past the group. Awkward... Then as soon as we walked past the group, he quickly withdrew his hand and acted like nothing happened. But it was too late, he gave himself away.

Later, when we took a shuttle back to our car from the festival, I decided to test him out a bit. I rested my head on his shoulder and I felt his body tense up. Finally, I could sense his nervousness. He awkwardly rested his head on my head, then he probably realized how awkward it was and straightened up. Then he probably thought this was his chance to be close so he put his head back on my head. I laughed and sat up straight, ending any contact. I finally caught him awkward and nervous. Haha.

Surprise Presents all the way from California!

8 Months Pregnancy Pains

Won: "In my defense, I was sitting. And everyone looks fat when you're sitting"

Marriage Financials

Happy Mother's Day!!

I'm almost a mommy! Lots of friends have been texting and wishing me an almost-mother's-day on FB :)

Then everyone asks what Won is doing for me or what he got me, which I thought was a really odd question. How do guys get gifts for their wives without it being a joint effort? I've always been under the impression that a couple shares finances.  I grew up in a one income household so it never occurred to me married couples had separate finances.

It wasn't until after college when I was hanging out at a friend's house when her mom made a casual comment how she was so broke for the month. And my friend explained that her parents have separate finances and they paid for different things in the house. So her dad could be rolling in dough while her mom was "broke" until she got her next pay check.

Ever since we got engaged, Won and I combined our finances.

I have my separate business account that I keep separate from everything. I only pay for business expenses with it and whatever I make with my business goes into that account and accumulates for the business.

The other account we have is our general account that Won's paycheck goes into. EVERYTHING we spend comes from that account. We have a joint credit card that gets paid with from our joint account. If I want spending cash, Won gives it to me from that account. 

Then aside from that we just have a joint savings account.

So when Won buys me trips or gifts, I see it coming from OUR account. That's like me buying it for myself! Won's birthday is coming up and I asked him what he wants with an unlimited budget, he says nothing because it just means he is paying for it. LOL!

If Won buys me a $1,500 gift, yes I get a nice gift but now I feel $1,500 poorer. I guess this type of mentality makes holiday gifts a moot point.

Don't get me wrong, we get nice things for ourselves when we want it. But we don't view it as a "gift." We just view it as something we want and buy. It's never around the holidays either. 

And no, we don't want a joint account plus separate accounts because that's a lot to keep track of and how do we decide what goes into the separate accounts since all the money is coming from Won's paycheck anyway. Plus I prefer Won be in charge of everything, I'm terrible about paying anything on time :(

What does everyone else do? 

Getting Ready to go to Portland for our BabyMoon (His side of the story)

I try to see everything I do as a learning experience...so going to PDX for a "Spa" weekend was no different. Here is what I learned from this past weekend.

1. Apparently a "baby moon" is a real thing...at first I thought my wife was making stuff up. She was adamant it was an actual thing. So I went directly to the source of all information. I googled it. Shieeeet...turns out they even have articles on the "Top 10 destinations for Baby Moons"....who figured this was a real thing?

2. You never tell a pregnant woman to just "put something on that fits". I actually said that with no bad intention at all. I mean...it makes logical sense right. You try on clothes and it doesn't fit, so you put something on that fits? I mean let's analyze this. The potential solutions for this problem are fairly limited. You either find something that fits or you don't wear clothes. When you consider the pros and cons of each option, obviously putting on something that fits is the logical choice. So what's the harm in stating the logical choice right? WRONG!!!! Women don't care about logic - this will be the first thing I teach my son about women.

3. Did you know Buffalo wild wings now has a new menu item that's like mini-Cinnabons? sounds delicious right? I mean what's wrong with bite size Cinnabons...WRONG AGAIN. It tastes like shiet. Don't get it. Don't waste your time.

4. PEOPLE ACTUALLY PAY TO SOAK IN A BATH TUB WITH WATER. I know this sounds absolutely crazy but its true. And check this...the water isn't even special water..its REGULAR tap water...!!!! I though it was gonna be some super ultra special water...with gold flakes and regrows limbs and shiet...NOPE...its just regular tap water..

5. A "4 star" hotel in Portland means...a hotel that doesn't have flat TVs..and you can't order movies from the TV.....I think a 3 star hotel in Vegas might be nicer...

6. Never order Dominos in Portland. They will charge you $0.50 for ranch and FORGET it when delivering your order....I'm never ordering from Dominos again.

7. Fun fact....did you know there's actually a law that makes it illegal to send an entire building through the mail? It's been illegal since 1916 when a man mailed a 40k ton brick house across Utah to avoid freight rates.

Portland Getaway Weekend

Getting Ready to go to Portland for our BabyMoon

2 weeks ago, I had a crazy urge to go hot tubbing or soaking or something submerged in water. I jokingly thought maybe baby Choe wants a water birth. Or maybe I needed a spa BabyMoon.

The funny thing is a few years ago, Won took me to Vegas and he upgraded our hotel room to include a spa hot tub. I've never really sat in a hot tub before so I was SUPER stoked! 30 minutes of scrubbing the tub and running two baths to clean it out, we finally soaked. 10 minutes into it and I was like.. uh.. I'm kinda done with this. It felt like I was being boiled alive, slowly. But I stuck it out for a little longer because I wanted the hot tubbing experience plus we paid for it so we were going to do it, damnit! The next night, I suggested we tried it again, Won refused. So he watched TV from our hotel bed while I watched it from the hot tub, by myself. miserably. Sad.

Fast forward 2 years later and here I am begging to go soak somewhere again. So Won booked us a weekend trip at a hotel & spa in Portland, Oregon. We had plans to drive down to Portland and do a spa day, spend a night at the hotel, do some tax free shopping for baby stuff, then head back up to Seattle. Perfect! I was so excited!

We hadn't taken any pictures of ourselves in a long time and everyone had been asking for some baby bump pictures so I knew I needed to look pulled together for the weekend. I went shopping, bought some new dresses, bought a new bathing suit, bought some new shoes.

Um.. maternity clothes is REALLY hard to shop for when you're under 5 feet. Seriously, normal clothes is pretty hard to shop for, don't even get me started on maternity clothes. So I opted for empire waist dresses that were snug but still fit fine. I mean, I could zip them up myself in the dressing room. That was a mere 2 weeks ago.

UNTIL THE MORNING OF THE TRIP... No matter how hard Won tried, he could NOT zip up my dress!

So I threw my new Vera Wang dress aside and went into my closet to find another cute dress. If you've ever been to my closet, you'd know I have like 30+ dresses and tights and like 3 pairs of pants. I pretty much live in dresses. But slowly over the pregnancy, my 30+ dresses went down to like 20 dresses that fit, then down to like 10 dresses that fit.

We were already 30 minutes behind schedule for our 3 hours drive down to Portland to make it in time for a spa appointment. I throw on another dress, doesn't fit. I throw on another dress, doesn't fit. Another one, no fit. Another one, no fit. I was literally going down the line of neatly hung dresses and throwing them onto our arm chair. At first it was funny but now my frustration was starting to build up. Won walks in to see what was taking so long. And telling me to give up. He kept asking why I don't just wear my maternity dresses I just bought. BECAUSE! I wear them everyday for work and I wanted to wear something cute for our vacation. I felt myself fighting back the tears. I did not want our vacation to start off on a bad note.

"Why don't you just wear something that fits?" He asked innocently enough. 

I took off the dress I had on and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. Here I was, 8 months pregnant at 26 years old, in my underwear in my room full of clothes and sobbing like a 2 year old. For some reason those words hurt my ego so much. I felt guilty that I was making us late for vacation, I felt my pride slip as I literally could not fit regular clothes, I felt silly that I felt this way because duh.. I'm 8 months pregnant and clothes shouldn't fit, and I felt sad my husband did not understand my struggle. 

Of course Won freaked out. Me crying is probably #1 on his list of things he hates and does not understand. He ran over and hugged me and kept asking what was wrong. 

"Was it something I said?" Ughhh I want to stab him sometimes for being so innocent and oblivious! 

"What did I say? Did I say something wrong?"

To him it was so easy. Just buy new clothes.  He wants a solution to every problem. So he promised we would buy some new outfits while we're in Portland. Like that's supposed to make me feel better. There is something very sad about having to buy new clothes because you don't fit your old clothes.

Finally, I put on a very loose dress I knew I would fit. It wasn't my favorite but it would have to do.

Here is Pinky giving us a dirty look as we continued packing for vacation.

Watch our youtube video for the rest of the trip! :)