I Was A Pregnant Bride. (And I Wore White.)

Sister Big just sent me a text message. She's at the airport getting ready to fly home from a business conference and told me I need to blog about customer service. I'm guessing things aren't going so smoothly at the security check.

I will blog about customer service, because that's the kind of person I am. I do what is requested of me. And I am a big believer in the fact that customer service basically sucks these days. But I'm not going to write about that today.

Today we're going to talk about my wedding anniversary. Which is this Sunday. It's NOT Saturday as I have been telling people for the last couple of weeks. I was certain that it was Saturday and planned my week accordingly.

My darling husband took great delight in correcting me after hearing me give the wrong date to several people. That's the kind of guy he is. He loves to catch me being wrong. Probably because it doesn't happen very often. But it is the beauty of our relationship. A little bit of competition, some sarcasm and lots of love and laughter. We are not hearts and flowers at our house.

We also did not have the traditional courtship. We met on match.com. I was skittish. He was persistent and funny and cute. We fell in love, got engaged and I began planning the wedding of my dreams. I was 34 and I was going to do it up right.

Then. THEN. I made the mistake that usually happens to teenagers: I done got knocked up.

Tom and I were thrilled about the pregnancy though. (Well, after the shock wore off.) My doctors always told me I would never be able to have children, so the baby in my belly was a little miracle. I was thrilled to have him there, but he was not going to interrupt my Princess Wedding. Oh no sirreee. I'd been waiting a long time.

We moved our wedding date from June to April 13. I was five months pregnant when I walked down the aisle. I wore the same beautiful white gown I originally selected (only a little bit bigger now). And we celebrated HARD.

We have had quite the adventure over the last six years. Tom's a wonderful husband. A loving dad. And a fab sparring partner. He has crazy-monkey arms that can reach things for me. He makes me laugh every day. And I still dig him.

Happy Anniversary Tommy. I expect to be opening something shiny and bright Saturday night. And I'm sleeping in Sunday morning.



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