I've been a bit neglecting of my blog recently due to being mega tired at night and I suppose lack of anything to write about. However I thought I should make the effort tonight to write about a lovely wedding I attended yesterday.
Best Friends Wedding!
I met best friend about 5 and half years ago now. I had started a new job and as I didn't drive I had to walk to work. This didn't bother me as it was the summer of 2004 and it was a nice walk and also gave me the excuse to do little or no exercise. It was the Euro 2004 match where I think France were playing England. Husband, then boyfriend, was in the pub with his mates watching the match. Being true Scots when it comes to football, the entire pub was backing France (even though we're not too keen on the French either...or so I'm told!) except for best friend. Best friend is English. Best friend is pretty loud, but I'm told she was fairly quiet that night. This is how boyfriend and best friend met. Boyfriend asked best friend where she worked and it turned out she worked at the same place I did. She knew who I was of course, as I had already been pointed out by boyfriend's ex girlfriend who worked in the same place. (Jobs are scarce where we live!!) Boyfriend asked if best friend would mind giving me a lift into work. And this is how best friend and I became friends.
We've become very good friends over the years. Best friend was my bridesmaid at my wedding of course. I asked her to be God mum to toddler and she agreed. So when she asked me to be her maid of honour I agreed without hesitation.
As the build up to the wedding began, I discovered I was pregnant with baby girl. I had my dress fitting when I was 8 weeks pregnant and we calculated that I would have just 14 weeks to loose my baby weight to get in my dress. The dress was beautiful, royal blue with a white sash. I didn't do much between then and when I had baby girl as best friend was quite on top of things and was very organised. They were having a church wedding, to be married in the church where her brother in law and sister in law to be had been married. There reception was to be at a beautiful hotel right beside the beach in a small town in Ayrshire. It's a beautiful hotel and you can see the Isle of Arran right across the sea.
Once I had baby girl, preparations for the hen night started to get underway. Best friend knew who she wanted and what she wanted so it was fairly easy to organise. It was at this point though that I started to feel quite anxious about the whole thing. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to be as dedicated to her wedding as she was to mine. The fact that I was breastfeeding baby girl was the big factor. Best friend had asked me a few times about expressing and whilst I was happy to try it, as any mother who breastfeeds knows, it isn't just as simple as plonking on the pump and off we go...unless you're really lucky. I struggled to express the first couple of times, it was horrible. Trying to time when to do it in between feeds was a nightmare, especially as baby girl was feeding on average every 2 hours. And I also felt bad for toddler as he was having to play himself whilst I was feeding baby girl and then whilst I was expressing. I managed over a few weeks to express enough to leave 1 bottle for the hen night, 1 bottle for my hair appointment and 1 bottle for the wedding day. When it came to trying on my dress for the first time since baby girl, it was tight! I could hardly breathe but told best friend that it was just a little snug and should be fine by the wedding which was still a good 10 weeks away. I was lucky baby girl had been born early as it gave me 2 weeks extra to lose the weight. The dress was also quite long so it would have to be taken up. My next nightmare was trying to find royal blue shoes. Now, I don't know whether best friend initially wanted royal blue shoes or if she just decided to have them because her other bridesmaid went out and bought royal blue shoes without speaking to her first. Either way I was in trouble. I have size 5 (most common shoe size!!) feet. I looked in 4 shopping centres and could not find a thing! They were either not the right blue, the wrong size or too bloody high. The week before I was due to have my hem taken up, I found a pair on eBay that would do the job. Drama over, it was time to once again try my dress on. It felt a little looser this time, but still snug.
A week before the wedding and I was seriously considering pulling out. Not because I didn't want to be her bridesmaid, but because I felt sick with anxiety about baby girl and being able to feed her. She had refused to take a bottle from daddy and the last thing I wanted was her to be screaming for her dinner and upset at being forced to take a bottle. The dress although beautiful was certainly not practical for breastfeeding. I would be exposing myself to the whole wedding if I tried to breastfeed her in it. Luckily best friend was understanding and was happy to move me from her top table to a more private table and to allow me to change into a more suitable dress. The full week before her wedding I was ill. I was so stressed about baby girl and feeding and also about best friend thinking I was letting her down.
Thankfully yesterday morning went great. Baby girl slept right through on Friday night so was up at a good time for her first feed and gave me plenty of time to get ready. I had to be at best friend's house for 1pm to help her get in her dress. I was there at 1.10pm which I thought was excellent considering I had to get us all organised with the help of husband of course. And baby girl was no bother at all the whole time she was in the church. She did get a little fussy when we arrived at the reception but after the photographs were done, best friend said I could change if I wanted to and I could happily relax at that point.
Of course I would never have backed out of being her bridesmaid! I just hope she knows I wasn't being a pain for the sake of it. The whole day was beautiful and as we drove into the church, 2 magpies were sitting on the grass. 1 for sorrow, 2 for joy!! Except we then said "oh shit! Who's pregnant???!" As whenever I see magpies someone turns out to be pregnant...well it certainly isn't me!