Today is Saturday. My step sister Carolyn got married last night to now-husband Drew. It was a gorgeous wedding at the U of St. Thomas Chapel followed by a swank reception at the Town and Country Club in St. Paul. I think my favorite moments would include Drew giving Carolyn a piggyback ride into the reception hall, Drew's best friend giving the most hillarious speech, seeing my stepmom Mary cut it loose on the dancefloor, and the gravy that came with the chicken (sooooo good!).
I'd like to also mark this event as a significant moment in prego life as it is the first time I couldn't wear the dress I wanted to. This is my one "fancy" wedding dress that's served me well over the last 5 years, and when I put it on my belly extended farther south than the "belly hiding" gathering accross the waistline. It really looked completely unflattering. I think I'm moving into this term of belly growth that's somewhere in between normal and cute-pregnant. It's basically just a "hey, you look like you eat lot's of cookies." Yes, I do, but that's not the primary reason for my appearance here. I was talking with my friend Jackie this afternoon who said "when I hit that point, I just made sure I mentioned to everyone I talked to that I was pregnant just so they wouldn't think I was just a little fat." Good idea....
Attending a close family wedding also made me reflect on my own. I was just looking at pics (let me show you) from my own wedding last Sept. and thinking "Here I am, not even 10 months later, and I feel like I'm in a completely different mental place in my life spectrum." Example #1 - In this point of the summer last year I was super focused on my appearance in pre-wedding prep (running regularly, dying my hair the perfect shade, trying to get tan, dressing in my cutest clothes). Here's my fav pic of my brother Andy and I during the wedding.
Fast forward to this summer, where I've been reading baby books, having lengthy conversations with my husband on how to raise children, living in the same 3 outfits for the past 2 weeks, running minimally, and haven't spent a dime on clothing (although the maternity section, I feel it a comin'). Funny how quickly one can assimilate a whole new set of priorities and new daily thought patterns. Somehow this whole process seems completely more important.
