I’d love to be able to fit everything into one post about our wedding but it’s just impossible so I might as well write a very small mini series and write a post about each bit. For those of you who don’t know I got married to Jamie on 22nd October 2016. I’d love to say it was a magical day but the reality is Jamie and I were both ill. Very, very ill. Toby had come home from nursery with a sickness bug two weeks before our wedding and when I caught it six days before, I was thinking ‘YES!’ because I had a whole six days to get over it. Except I didn’t.
For those who haven’t yet planned a wedding you’ll know that actually, the whole wedding comes together the week before. I spent the week leading up to the wedding getting last minute bits sorted, getting my hair done and gathering up accessories and there is literally no rest for the wicked. I spent a lot of that week in the car driving around to various places feeling like I was going to vomit and pass out but things had to get done.
On the Tuesday, when I was off to get my hair highlighted for the last time before the wedding, I spent most of it slouching in the chair trying to lay down because I physically couldn’t sit up. I had been up all the night before being sick and was absolutely shattered. I had things to get in town afterwards and I don’t think I’ve ever scuttled around so quickly. I think it’s worth pointing out here that we are just not a sicky family. We are very rarely “ill ill” in this house and we had been fine all year, which is just bloody typical!
Anyway, after spending most of the week running wedding errands Thursday came around and you just can’t make up what happened next. The bloody battery on my car died. I had been due to go and collect a parcel from the post office and yet more trinkets and wedding treasure from a local shop and I couldn’t get there. I had to ring the garage to plead my case about how I urgently needed help in getting my car back on the road because I was getting married on Saturday and Jamie was at work and so I couldn’t use his! Luckily, they came and recovered me from my driveway and my superstar mother in law sprang into action. She took both boys off my hands and went to collect some bits and then came back for me to drive me to the Post Office – the boys had fallen asleep in the car (yay!).
My car was back on the road with a new battery in no time but we were about £160 down, just what we needed! Friday morning came and the plans were in place to meet some of my family members at the venue around lunch time so we could start “setting up”. I’d love to say I was looking forward to it but I still felt like death and hadn’t eaten or drunk much during the whole week at all. I suppose you could say that I was going to fit into my wedding dress at least!
Turns out I didn’t get to the venue until about 2pm after having to go and collect all the flowers and sort other stuff out on the Friday morning, this day was already turning into a nightmare. Then it got worse. Toby’s nursery rang to say that he was poorly (AGAIN!) and could I collect him? At that point I just lost all patience with the world, swore at everybody and basically said I didn’t want to get married and I wasn’t enjoying the setting up at all and it was all just crap and horrible and blah! Luckily, those who were there said they would finish everything off for me and for me to go and sort out Toby. Let’s just say I never actually got to see the inside of my venue completely ready to go until the next day about 2 hours before we were due to get married.
I got in the car, and just started crying. This was literally one of the most stressful and unpleasant days I’d had and it was the day before the wedding. On the way home I called Jamie’s dad asking what I should do, where I needed to be and all sorts. Lucky for me they had Toby and he told me to go home and gather everything up; we were staying on site for 3 nights over the weekend so we all needed clothes and I still needed to go and collect my dress from Jamie’s parents house. Jamie couldn’t help because he had also caught the bug and was stuck in bed and had to make sure he was in close range of the loo!
So I went home, gathered up all the last minute things we’d forgotten, plus all of our clothes and I headed over to Jamie’s parents. We eventually all bundled into the car with everything we needed and headed over to the wedding venue. It was about 8.30pm by the time I actually got to my cottage where my bridesmaids were staying with me and I just half collapsed and realised just how terrible I felt; bloody terrible and, if it lasted until tomorrow, I didn’t know how I would genuinely function throughout the day…
Want to know what happened next? “Down The Aisle | The Morning Of The Wedding” is next…