Here's how we know this is true (or at least half true):

1) On Thursday, I signed up for my first-ever cooking class at Central Market. So what if it's a class on traditional Texas desserts! I am learning to cook. I no longer have a frozen dinner every day; I am making strides in the culinary arts. Matt starving when we live together is a serious concern of mine. He eats like a "normal" person (read: is not as picky as I am), so I'm learning to touch raw meat. I am not a vegetarian, but if I had to kill and cook all the meat I ate, I probably would be.

2) Building up biceps: This is so I can carry ginormous loads of dry cleaning. My skirts and sweaters are no match for 14 pressed shirts and two suits.

3) Not wincing at all children comments: This is a toughie. I love babies, but the idea of gaining 50 pounds makes me light-headed. The Internet has been a devil to dance with. Have you ever read about what happens to women during pregnancy and after?! It is alarming! My friends are birthing babies at alarming rates! This must stop! Please! My mother is eyeing all of your children and giving me pleading looks!!

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OK but really, I am starting to accept the fact that yes, I will have to have a baby sometime. Probably two. But please, waitress at Pappasito's, don't ask me on Mother's Day in front of my future mother-in-law if I am a mom. That is just horrifying.

4) No longer making decisions alone: I was never good at it before, but now I have to ask for help! YAYYYYYY!

Seriously, though, I am not sure I can pull off the whole housewife thing. I am nervous.

Almost-married highlight of the week: Having the manager of a local clothing store refer to Matt as "my husband" while I complain about ripped suit pants.