In honor of Eddie's first birthday coming up this week, I have been posting his birth story. His birthday story is so involved...and I LOVE IT!
So if you missed the last one, you can find it here...all about how we got caught in the WORST storm our area has seen in a LONG time. I did not go into labor--even though there were bets that I would. And so...the story continues with
Part II: The Wedding: June 20, 2009
So after the massive storm, I rolled my massively pregnant self out of bed after about 3 hours of sleep. I turned on the news and realized the damage to the city was MASSIVE. I was hoping everyone would still be able to get to the church on time!
The girls had to be there at 9:00 if I remember correctly. There were seven bridesmaids, a flower, girl, and the bride to get ready. I got my hair done and proceeded to plop down in a glider, not to get up again until I am told to get my dress on.
All during pictures, I had to keep sitting down. I felt heavy this day. Like Eddie dropped, but I know now he didn't really, but he was ready to drop. Maybe that is why everything was just so slow. I was also a million degrees even though it really wasn't that hot out.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful. I was the last in line, closest to the pews in case I had to sit down. Cort was the usher on my side of the church, so he was standing right behind me. I started to get a little over-heated and felt like I might lose it, but then the ceremony was over, and I proceeded to the back of the church where I sat on the ac unit.
After the wedding the whole wedding party rode a trolley around for pictures. Well, I did NOT ride the trolley--I wasn't too keen on jiggling Eddie out yet that evening. We had to ditch out of pictures early though due to Eddie playing pat-a-cake with my bladder.
The reception was lovely. I found out later that people were judging when to leave by how long I was there. People kept saying, "I can't leave before the pregnant bridesmaid!" Ha! And I held on until almost 11:00pm!
When I finally got home I just felt exhausted. Exhausted and far more uncomfortable than I had ever been during the pregnancy.
The next day was Father's Day, which meant a bunch more family time, and I was definitely looking forward to my doctor's appointment on Monday day to see if I danced that baby any further to wanting to come OUT.
To Be Continued with The Finale: Eddie's Day.