Following on.
So, following on, we get back from holiday, and tell everyone our plans that we would like to get married quite soon, and so be it. Fast forward a couple of weeks, after the summer, and my friend needed to do a pregnancy test. I thought, why not, I’ll just do one two to make sure, not that I am. We took the test together, and too my realisation, there staring back at me, was a very faint positive pregnancy test. I showed my friend, and for some reason she didn’t believe that it was true. “ oh it’s probably just an evap line. You’re not pregnant don’t worry.” So, I felt very sceptical. Waited for my period.. 5 DAYS LATE! Definitely pregnant. I’m 19, turning 20! What am I going to do, was the only thought that was running through my mind, along with what will my mum say!! When I finally told my mum that I was late, she kind of just shrugged off the fact I’ve told her I’m a week late. Then when I broke down into tears, saying that I could be pregnant, she reassured me with “ what are you crying for, it’s not like you’re young, your Nearly 20, with a lovely fiancé, getting married soon and will be in your own house, why are you so upset”. To me, this was shocking. I still feel like a 15 year old. So that night we buy a pregnancy test and we do it the following morning. I asked my mum, who was in the bathroom what does it say, PREGNANT 1-2 weeks! She came out of the bathroom smiling, running into my sisters bedroom to let her in on the news. This reaction definitely wasn’t what I thought it would be. My dad on the other hand was very disappointed. My husband was on his way, to a very shitty month on exercise. So he received the news via a phone call. He was over the moon, but I just couldn’t be at this point. My life wasn’t together. I was in uni, trying to make something of myself. This changed so much.
Due to being pregnant, we decided to move our wedding forward. I thought to myself, this is a once in a life time thing, I’m going to have a good wedding, in a church, in a beautiful weddding dress, with all my family and friends. We planned our wedding, with the help of my mum, in about 6 weeks. 7/11/2015. That week, was the busiest week of our lives, but the best. So, I was 13 weeks pregnant at this point. A few days before my wedding was my scan. The most nerve wracking thing ever. More so than walking down the aisle. Sat in the waiting room, I couldn’t stop shivering. It’s so exciting but so daunting at the same time. You have no idea what’s going on in your belly, how your baby is etc. Thankfully, he was perfectly fine and healthy. Such an overwhelming experience. Obviously I cried. How was this little bean inside me. It’s amazing. Bean is the name our baby for the whole of pregnancy then. the next day or two, we got married. Me and my bridesmaids and my mum all had our hair done in the salon in the morning. The morning was actually so hectic ( men have it so easy🙄). We had a McDonald’s breakfast - highlight to the morning! Who doesn’t love a McDonald’s? So that was eaten during having my make up done. There was a crisis with my dress, mum was trying to get both parts of the dress to meet at the back, crushing my ribs in the process. Little did I know what she was doing. Other than telling me it doesn’t fit! In a panic, someone else took over, and then we realised it didn’t meet together at the back. It needed a gap. Once that was sorted, we all headed to the church. I kept matt waiting, of course!! He actually told me after, that when he was stood at the aisle, he didn’t think I was coming because the pianist made an action as if to say “ it’s cancelled”. I thought this was so sweet, but felt for him. The wedding was beautiful, however being pregnancy, I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get out of my dress. The room looked beautiful, and it was so lovely to announce to all our family and friends together that we were expecting our first child. The day flew by! The evening was brilliant. However the camera man kept getting arsey. Matt was intoxicated prettt quickly, I was slightly envious! When we got back to the hotel, we opened all our presents and cards on the bed. Matt was supposed to run the jacuzzi, but being drunk didn’t put the plug in! It was a brilliant night, with all our loved ones. Seeing my mum and dad so proud, made me feel overjoyed.
Fast forward a day or two, and I had my driving test. Thank the Lord, I passed! ( second time) it was exactly the same test as my first somehow. So was a peice of cake. I’m lucky I did pass, because we moved into our house a week after this, which is in the middle of nowhere practically. I love our house. It’s so spacious. And it being our first place we’ve lived together I’ll always love it. The first few months in our house were amazing but also hard. It didn’t meet up to “ expectations” that you have, when you move in with someone else. The fairy tale. The couples you seeing living together in the movies. It didn’t match this. Also, being heavily pregnant, not doing anything with my days only sleeping, and eating my way to being the size of a house, was a bit boring. ( I now, realise that I should’ve made the most of this opportunity!!).. it was lovely though, seeing my husband everyday. However I found it difficult being away from all my family.
