Hello all,
It's been a long friggin' time, that's for sure. I just kind of fell off the face of the Earth with anything to do with blogging, or just writing in general. Every time I went to start, it just didn't feel right. Everything I typed out or wrote down felt really forced, kind of like the last Twilight book. Like it was ok, but that ending was atrocious. All that build up for Bella to just be like, "I got this, Imma proteck everyone with my invisible supa shield," the end. That is one movie I actually liked better than the book, because at least they imagined a fight scene.
So, a lot has gone on. I'll probably have to break it down over a few posts, but the stories are worth it. Probably, anyways. I met a guy, kidnapped him, fell in love, we moved in together in the loft above the barn (getting a little sad thinking about those good ole days, because that was 2, almost 3 years ago), moved to the city with this guy, found out we were having a baby, got married. All in that order. Totally backwards, just the way I like it.
Keeping with the "things happening out of order" trend, I'll tell y'all about our little wedding. Oooh, this has a very Star Wars-esque feel to it. Like, hey, we have this awesome story, but we are going to tell it all out of sequence and confuse the absolute fuck out of everyone.
I was already pregnant (surprise), and already miserable. Super, really, totally fucking miserable. I had severe morning sickness to the point of not being able to eat. I lived off of a pack of saltine crackers, some gatorade, and, if I could manage to get it down, some Lipton noodle soup. That. Is. It. My diet was more anti-nausea medicine than actual food. This went on for like 5 months. We knew we were going to go ahead and get married, but it was just a matter of actually going and doing it. I decided I didn't want an actual wedding while pregnant. Weddings are for getting absolutely hammered and kissing some guy in front of everyone and calling it forever. I hear it is frowned upon for pregnant women to drink, so we skipped that whole schpeal until a later time when we could actually enjoy ourselves.
Nick and I went down to the courthouse and filled out the marriage license paperwork one day when we had time, just in case we got the chance to go get married at some point in the upcoming weeks. Turns out, he ended up with an extra day off, so we were like alright, look at this perfect day to get married. We literally decided like the night before that we were going to go.
We ended up not really telling anyone. It wasn't that we didn't want anyone there, or that we wanted to hide it from anyone, it was just happening fast and we'd already said we'd have some sort of reception later on when I was not carrying a baby. Call me crazy, but watching everyone else dance and drink and eat (remember, at this point I couldn't even do that. I suppose I could have put soup down as a dish...) just didn't sound like a good time to me. I did, however, really enjoy how elope-y it felt. Kind of adventurous, kind of scandalous. At the very last second, Nick asked his best friend to come and bear witness to the union. We needed someone to sign the marriage certificate, and lifetime best friend fit the bill. I asked my 2.5 friends to come, but being the real adults that they are, they were working. It made things really simple.
At first I thought I didn't want to get dressed up, but I didn't want to be total trash and get married in my flip flops and distressed jeans either. I had the idea that maybe we would both just wear what we wore on our first date. We both still had the same outfits because I am a total clothes hoarder. Still got some shit from like 8th grade because "I might need it again." The dress I wore on our first date was a little tank chambray sun dress type ditty. Very plain, but cute. Nick wore jeans and a button up, like every man does on a first date. I didn't hate the idea, but because I am who I am, at the last second I was like, fuck it, I'm going to see if I can find some sort of white dress.
I wound up in Dillard's, the place to find a dress if you are in a hurry to get married. This never ever happens to me, but there was actually a rack of just white dresses. The clothing gods had smiled upon me. They probably felt bad that I was already a disaster, and were like, "Aw, she needs to be cute." I found what I was looking for, which was anything that would fit my already growing belly. You couldn't tell, but things just didn't fit right. It was white and flowy, it had a high, lacy neckline, and hit just above the knee. I'd always wanted those pretty, white, satin buttons that go all the way up on my wedding dress. This one had two on the back of the neck. Close enough. It looked expensive, but the ever generous clothing gods threw me another bone, it was on clearance for 55 dolla. Holla! Is it bad that I really considered keeping the tag on it and returning it?
Nick ended up wearing some nice pants and a different button up shirt that I'd bought him. We looked hella cute for two people who randomly decided to get married just hours before actually doing it. We were on our way to the venue, the ever luxurious St. Augustine Courthouse. Best man was meeting us there. That really cute lacy, high neck was starting to bother me. It was making me sick, so I unbuttoned it until right before we actually got married. I think I buttoned it back as the MC (idk, is that what they are called?) walked us back to marry us. The room was quite plain, but full of really cool old maps. They had set up a little white arbor set up with some fake flowers. Not too shabby for a courthouse wedding. It took all of about 10 actual seconds, and boom, kisses, Mr. and Mrs..
I immediately snatched the neck to the dress open because I was holding back vomit as I was kissing my now husband. I think I threw up into a cup in my car before we drove off. Cute. I'd always wanted our first dance song to be Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede, but instead of a first dance, we did a first drive. I cranked that shit, and we drove off in the afternoon sun to the historic downtown for our "reception." We went to our favorite pizza place, Pizza Time Pizza. If you are ever in St. Augustine, it is truly a savory to behold. The family who runs it are actual Italians, cussing and yelling at each other and everything. It's cafeteria style. You pick up a tray, stand in line, nervously pick out what you want while the burly Italian man looks at you like hurry the hell up. The pizza is sooo good. My mouth was watering, but not because I was hungry, because I thought I was going to throw up all over the garlic knots. I was starving though. I had eaten approximately 1.5 saltine crackers that morning and brought a gatorade for the ride just in case. But this was my wedding reception, and I was determined to enjoy it, dammit.
I ordered just two plain pieces of cheese pizza. So unlike me, but I figured it'd do the least amount of damage if it came back up. I managed to choke down one slice, gave the other slice to Nick, because what's mine was his now and all that married shit. I watched my boo and his bestie drink some dranks at our favorite bar down there. A sliver of me was jealous, but mostly just nauseous. We walked around for a minute, took a couple of pictures, and ta-da, that was it.
On the way home, something inside me stirred. Probably my fetus child, but after weeks and weeks and weeks, I was starving. Like so hungry, and I actually wanted to eat. I called up Longhorns, not sure why there, but it sounded good. Ordered 50 dollars worth of food, and killed all of it except like half a chicken breast. We got invited to a game night at Destiny's house, where I played like one game of Cards Against Humanity and almost peed my pants at the "spicy shrimps" card. The Longhorns and feeling of a full stomach for the first time in weeks hit me, and promptly fell asleep on the couch afterwards while Nick and the rest of the party raged around my little pregnant self.
Was it the dream wedding I'd always envisioned? No. Not by any means. It was missing the outdoor chapel up at my Aunt's summer camp, the water fall flowing gracefully in the background, the garden lights strung up in the trees, the canoes filled with ice to chill the best beer and wine, the food trucks for the dinner, etc. But, really, when I look back on it, I wouldn't trade that day for the entire world.
