Naturally, my wedding day was one of the best days of my life. So much so that I already can’t wait for a renewing of the vows celebration… And this time around I won’t be pregnant!
About four months after my hubby proposed to me I got the shocking news I was pregnant. Yes, pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. I finally understood exactly what was meant by the world spinning when my doctors office called to tell me the news. In hindsight, I don’t know why I thought it was so shocking considering we weren’t exactly taking the best preventative measures. But there was no turning back now – we would soon be a family of three much sooner then we expected.
To my hubby’s credit, when I called him hysterically crying to tell him the news, rather than joining me in my hysterics he said to me, “Stop crying honey – that is the best news I have ever heard.” I will never forget those words as long as I live. Of course, that didn’t make me completely climb off the ledge, but it certainly helped.
Determined to be married before the baby, we changed the date from November 10th to July 15th. Amazingly we were able to preserve our vendor contracts, all of which already had deposits. The only thing was we had to have the wedding on a Sunday rather than a Saturday since the venue was booked the whole summer. Not ideal, but since it was already a destination wedding most people just took off Monday instead of Friday.
So once again we had secured everything for the big day. The only big concern I still had was whether my dream Vera Wang gown would fit. I would be 18 weeks on the big day and I was hungry all the time! That pressure was no fun. Instead of trying to be my thinnest for my wedding, I was just trying not to gain too much weight. Fortunately, I still fit in my dress and the style worked out really well when it came to hiding my tummy (ruching tends to have that effect). Not that it was a secret I was pregnant since I told everyone why we changed the date. I simply was not comfortable with being disingenuous. Not to mention when I would have the baby 5 months later it would be a little obvious.
I will admit though I was a little embarrassed. The combo of old fashioned values and a controlling nature made me struggle with things not happening as I would have planned. Little did I know this would not be the first time that something big did not go to plan. It was an excellent life lesson and a reminder that sometimes the big guy upstairs knows what we need more than we do.
And after holding my baby boy, born a year from the day my hubby proposed, I realized this little guy was meant to be. I would have walked(waddled) down the aisle 9 months pregnant… or then again maybe not. There is nothing fabulous about about a waddle. However, those hysterics that ensued after I found out I was pregnant… totally unnecessary. But how was I to know at the time.
Now when our oldest son asks questions about our wedding we happily tell him that he was there – no embarrassment. xx
Here is a peek back into that magical day.
with love,
Jessica
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