Lately I have been reminiscing about my awesome "wedding".
A few days prior to the "big day" my soon to be baby daddy very romantically said to me Hey you wanna get married on Thursday? Our vacation is over on Friday" Since he put it that way there was no way I could turn him down.
It didn't help that I had apparently been transported back into the 1950s and thought that because I was "with child" I should marry the lucky man that had impregnated me. (Dad I did not have sex before I got married or after. Ethan is some sort of magic baby)
We went out that same day and purchased some rings. The following day we went to the court house and got our marriage license and a list of people that could take our freedom away join us together forever. There were quite a few names and their locations on the list. Ranging anywhere from funeral homes to private residences.
I have nothing against funeral homes, but I just couldn't see myself waddling into one to be married. I called the first name on the list that was not a funeral home. A very nice lady by the name of Ruby answered and agreed to marry us at her house later that day.
Since I was about five months pregnant with my magic baby and could only fit old sweatpants, I had to go shopping for some fancy attire. I settled on white capri pants and a shirt that is only acceptable to wear if you are pregnant and have no sense of style. My groom settled on a button up shirt and jean shorts. We looked like we were going to Wendy's for a cheeseburger instead of embarking of one of the most important days of our lives.
Ruby turned out to be a very sweet lady in her eighties. I loved it when she informed us that I did not have a proper wedding ring and she only got slightly annoyed when I could barely stop laughing long enough to say my vows.
After the ceremony we went to eat at Olive Garden with two out of three of the people that were in attendance. It is not the wedding that most people dream of having, but if you know me it makes sense that I was knocked up, wearing capri pants, and got lost on the way to my own wedding.
I am totally not the white dress, more than three people in attendance at my wedding type of person.