Wedded Bliss

Here I am, a Mrs. Time to take off my shoes, get knocked up and head to the kitchen. Oh wait, I already did all that. Guess I can just sit back and relax then! After planning a wedding, everyday life IS relaxing. I wouldn't change a thing though, what a day! I wish I could remember more of it. Seriously. People will tell you, as I am now, that your wedding day will be a blur. I was told. Repeatedly. I thought to myself; "Pfttttt, they just didn't take the time to take it all in! Not me, I will make sure I remember every minute!" HA! I didn't have time to take time to remember to remember to take it all in. That last statement reflects just how well my brain was functioning on the big day. Or perhaps "over"functioning would be a better description. There is so much to think about all at once, there is no way to focus on one thing in particular. Everything gets just enough thought before you are forced to move onto the next dilemma.

Also, for every lady out there who would like to think that there is no way they will ever turn into a "Bridezilla", think again! It will creep up on you. There is nothing you can do. Besides one incident with my favour bags being first late, then wrong, then breaking when I tried to use them, I was a rather sunny, happy bride.* I managed to make it all the way to the day of the wedding before I turned. I think I know how Bruce Banner must feel when he starts to change into the Hulk. You know the transformation has begun, are fully aware that it is occurring, but you are seemingly powerless to stop it. I have a vague memory of telling one of my Bridesmaids to put on her dress. Now, this statement may seem like a friendly directive, harmless in it's simplicity, but it was obvious from the hurry with which she put on her dress, my delivery was neither friendly nor spunky.

The only thing a Bride can hope for on her wedding day is people who can calm her down enough to realise things will be fine. Special people who can convince her that, no, you didn't leave the rings at the hotel, relax. Wonderful, understanding people who will stand and pose and smile endlessly while her amazing photographer gets the perfect shot. I had these people, have these people and can only hope to hold onto all of these people through the many years to come. I love you all. Thank you for being part of my life.

*This statement was made by the bride herself and has not been reviewed by qualified persons, nor has it been confirmed as fact.

Will I survive Mommyhood with all of my hair?

As I write this, my lovely, adorable, sweet baby girl is screaming her face off. Now you may be thinking; "Why are you blogging then?!? How terrible!" and I don't blame you. You may not agree with the "Cry it out" method, you have every right to your own opinion, but please don't vilify me for making this choice, because trust me, it wasn't an easy one. I don't enjoy listening to my darling daughter cry, quite the opposite. I have come to the conclusion that I am not doing my little one any favours by holding her to sleep. It may be comforting, and I may even enjoy doing it from time to time. She is 8 months old now and I know that one of the reasons she is crying is because she is pissed at me for having the audacity to think I have the option of putting her to sleep before she falls asleep in my arms. Ah, the age of awareness. She is also crying because she is exhausted. She will keep herself awake as long as she possibly can, as most babies her age tend to do. She doesn't want to miss a thing, and who can blame her. All I am attempting to do is enable her to enjoy these things happily, as well as safely. Now that she is 8 months old, she has also discovered that she is able to not only crawl, but pull herself up onto the furniture, so as to offer a better view of her surroundings and where she may next cause havoc. This is stressful enough, adding a baby who is drowsy to the mixture of corners, coffee tables, and hardwood floors is a nightmare. She is clumsy when fully rested, I don't think I need to elaborate on how things go with no nap. To all the Mommies out there who have, are or will be struggling thru the no-napping baby, hugs! I may not do it gracefully (I bawled my eyes out this morning...again) but I am a Mom to the best of my abilities and this is just another day, tomorrow will go better. I have to go though...her 20 min nap is done! :S

Wedding planning and the monster with-in!

Gah...I am planning a wedding. I realize the beginning of that statement would indicate I am less than excited to be doing so. Not necessarily the case, I'm ecstatic, overjoyed and humbled to be marrying the love of my life. It's all the other stuff involved that makes my stomach want to jump out of my skin.
You always think about your wedding, and the people you want there to help you celebrate your day with you. You picture a beautiful venue with gorgeous decorations and perfect weather. The cake is spectacular, the band slays and at the end of the night you and your guests leave smiling and elated...
You never stop to realize how daunting a task it will be to achieve all of that!
We've begun the process with a budget...we'll see how long we can make that stick. We also have a tentative list of invitees (real word...who knows?) It's amazing how many people pop out of the recesses of your memory when making a guest list. Then there's the realization that if we invite that person we have to invite this person in order to avoid WW III...deep breath.
Destination Wedding is sounding great at this point...but I know in my heart of hearts, I would be disappointed in the long run if we took this route. I want the spectacle on our behalf. I want one day to be all ours, one day in history to celebrate our love and everyone we love there to experience it with us. Selfish...yes, and not ashamed.
In closing, if you find that I seem a little jumpy, cranky or self absorbed, don't worry or be offended, it's not you, I'm just planning a wedding.