The next hectic several months consisted only of two things for me; work and the wedding. One minute I was sketching a pair of designer boxers, another I was being attacked with measuring tapes by over-enthusiastic wedding dress fitters. Along the way Michael and I were told by the Doctor that we were going to become parents! That, I must admit, was a shock to both of us. I thought I had just eaten some dodgy salmon again…
However, although it was a surprise, it was a very welcomed one. We were overwhelmed, excited, ecstatic – the list goes on! The baby was due only 2 weeks after our wedding date which meant we weren’t going to be flying to Tuscany for our honeymoon as previously planned. I would have been so big by then we wouldn’t even have needed a plane, I could easily have transported Michael and I there with my hot air balloon-like baby bump.
Instead, we rented out a quaint, romantic beach house down by the – you guessed it – beach. We knew it wasn’t going to be the most action-packed honeymoon but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that we were there together, and that was enough for us to have the best time of our lives. As long as we had each other we knew it was going to be a blast. And it certainly was.
After all my hard work of planning, picking between very similar shades of ivory, tasting several fruit cakes and quadruple checking everything I just have to tell you all about the big day itself…
I glanced at the calendar with sleepy eyes; today was the day. Today was the 16th of April. Today was my wedding day. My heart lurched in my throat and a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbled up inside of me. I could feel faint flaps of butterfly wings beating against the inside of my stomach. They felt so real! Then I realised the reason they felt real was because they sort of were – my baby was kicking! I rolled to my side in bed to tell Michael when I remembered he wasn’t there. We had decided to not see each other on our wedding day before the ceremony which meant that I had slept alone last night. Well, not quite alone, I had my baby with me. I didn’t know whether I would be giving birth to a boy or a girl, we wanted to make it a surprise. During my pregnancy, I discovered that it is very hard to think up baby names. I wanted something unique, memorable and beautiful. I’m not even going to list some of the embarrassing names Michael and I thought up. Those names should only be known to the two of us – I would not want anyone to have nightmares. Yes, that’s how bad they were. I was sure it was a little boy inside of me, whereas Michael thought it was a girl. Apparently he could “tell by the kicking pattern”. I could just feel it in my bones. You know, mother’s instinct. My alarm sprang to life and right on cue my mother burst in the room.
“Good morning, bride-to-be!” she trilled happily as she opened the white lace curtains, exposing me to the sunlight. “Did you sleep well?” she grinned at me, looking like the Cheshire cat’s twin. Honestly I’m glad I was pregnant or I’m afraid she might have smothered me with a “it’s your wedding day” hug.
“Pretty well, thanks.” I replied.