Weddingbee Blog

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Sorry. I’ve been growing a human. Lots of gross things are happening and it’s kind of a mystery that I still have a husband and friends that want to be around me. I’m looking at these pictures and thinking about how tiny I used to be! I mean, these pictures were like 40 pounds ago! Skip to the end if you want to see an updated pregnancy shot to see what I mean. I’m OVER it. Baby Dumpling is already 7 pounds and I still technically have 4 weeks to go. It’s also 112 degrees in Vegas… happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts…

I feel better.

We left off last time when I was getting in this cool vintage car my dad rented to transport me to the church. After my sister and I piled in, we headed down the road in our big caddy. It’s hot, right??

“Dad- pick up my train and veil. OMG the wind is blowing! My hair!!!”

My dad could no longer deal with my demands so he passed off the train-holding to my sister/MOH. We got to the church really early so all the family could take pictures together. Mr. Dumpling and I had already seen each other at this point, so it was okay that we ran into each other again at the church. Looking back, I kind of wish there was a big reveal with the family. They were all sort of standing around at the church doors when I walked up and it kind of wasn’t that big of a deal. My favorite part of a wedding is when the bride walks in and “wows” everyone with her dress and hair and makeup and jewelry. You know what I mean? Oh well… you know what they say about hindsight. It’s 20/20.

Luckily, the first person I saw was my little baby brother. You remember him, right? He supplied me with my original “something blue.”

That’s my mom standing next to him. Our dresses were the same color.

We had a good 15 minute wait before we could get into the church because the Deacon had the keys and he wasn’t there yet. It was unusually hot for March in Las Vegas and I was melting. It was definitely time for a quick lipstick touch up.

Mom—fluff my veil! You’re on train duty!

See—train duty. I was being kind of weird that day about my train. I would make people take turns holding it for some reason. I have no idea. Anyways, the picture below has a funny story. I might get in trouble for this, so I hope nobody from the church is reading my blog. Hee hee! So, I wasn’t supposed to let the flower girls throw petals in the church. They said the real petals make a mess on the floor and the fake ones never get cleaned up properly. I’m not gonna lie—I was kinda mad. What’s the point of flower girls if they can’t throw flowers? So here I am giving my niece’s mom a basket of petals and trying to make her hide them. If the wedding coordinator saw them I would be busted for sure! I was all stealth mode like “don’t give these to her until right before they walk down the aisle… and don’t show or tell anyone!!” Both flower girls had been practicing for a month before their big moment, so they knew just what to do. I decided that if anyone questioned it at any time, I would blame it on their moms. That’s right—I had nothing to do with it.

So far the plan was working because it was time for parents and the wedding party to walk down the aisle.

My dad walked my step mom down first…

Next, my two brothers walked my mom to her seat…

Then it was finally time for the groom! We opted to have his mom and dad walk him down the aisle instead of entering with the Deacon. The short one in the picture is the ring bearer, who absolutely REFUSED to hold the pillow and walk down by himself. He will make another appearance later when he decides to crash the mother/son dance. LOL! He loves loves loves his grandma and just couldn’t let someone else hang out with her. I love that child. He put me in time out last time I saw him.

Time for the flower girls! Oh, lookie! She’s got a basket with petals… and… and… wait a sec… she’s throwing them! No, Miss Coordinator, I have no idea who gave those to her. I could have sworn I said no flowers… hmmm… gonna have to check that out. (I’m joking—she didn’t even care and never said anything.) I told the girls’ moms that they could wear their pacifiers down the aisle, but asked if they could please make sure they color-coordinated with their dresses. Aren’t they adorable!?

Finally, after the bridesmaids and groomsmen had entered, it was my turn to walk down the aisle. My dad dropped off my step mom at her seat and made a u-turn to come fulfill his duties as Father of the Bride. Right before we started walking he reminded me to walk slowly, remember to smile, and for Pete’s sake, DON’T FIDGET! I have this terrible tendency to scratch my neck and look down and pick at things I’m holding or wearing when I’m super nervous, so the advice helped. I was so so so happy. I have a video of our ceremony and every time I watch it (5 times so far) I cry at this part. There’s something so special about seeing a daddy walk his baby girl down the aisle. I’ll never forget that moment.

OK—time to hand me off to the groom and start the ceremony!

After the opening prayer, it was time to sit down and settle in for our looooong ceremony.

Watch the train and veil, Mr. D!

I loved our ceremony. It was so personal and special and I can’t wait to share the next batch of pictures with you. Until then, here’s that pregnancy shot I promised you in the beginning. This is from last week, at 35 weeks. I’m now 36 weeks and 4 days and I can’t believe I’ll be a mother this time next month!