Weddingbee Blog

I’m high-strung person. I operate most efficiently on a baseline level of stress and anxiety—maybe it’s the New Yorker in me, I don’t know. So as our wedding day approached, I was all set for the nerves to kick in. And kick in, they… didn’t.

The week before the wedding—nothing. 2 days before—nothing. Then, it was rehearsal time, and I was *sure* I would be a mess by then. Instead, I was a cool cucumber. What gives? Take a look:

Rehearsal time: Bridesmaids listen intently to the venue coordinator. I stand back and enjoy a drink.

Not to be outdone, I started stressing about *why* I wasn’t stressing. What was wrong with me? What did it mean? What was happening? These concerns dissipated with the advice of wise Mom Hamster:

“Get over it.”

Okie doke.

Anyhoo, on to the rehearsal.

To this day, I’m not sure if one is supposed to plan the rehearsal beforehand. I sure didn’t, but not to worry, our venue coordinator, Mr. Rose, took care of it:

“So was I supposed to plan this thing? And more importantly, can I get another drink?”

I’m so glad Mr. Rose was there to take care of things. A gentleman of another generation, we first met him when we decided on the Pierre for our venue. He whipped out a fountain pen to draw-up our contract (while I whipped out my free pen with my company’s logo. Win!). He and his staff ensured that our day ran smoothly. Of course, I like to think he was highly amused by our haphazard rehearsal:

“I see I have my work cut out for me.”

While I was no help at all:

Drunk on my seltzers with lime.

Luckily for our rehearsal (and Mr. Rose), other members of the bridal party were on the ball with their roles.

Hamster Nephew with Dad Hamster, ready to go.

MOH Sister Hamster and my nephew made their way down the aisle. Hamster Nephew was very interested in the food warming dishes for a wedding taking place later that day (definitely got that from our family).

The Hamster BMs also made their way down the aisle and waited in the altar area. Look at those big smiles!

Then Dad Hamster and I practiced our walk, led by Mr. Rose, who I think by now realized he was leading the “remedial” rehearsal class.

“Heehee. What now, Dad?”

Then it was all over for me - a mess of tears? More like a mess of… giggles. (I swear I don’t know what was so funny).

And like that, the rehearsal was over. And… I didn’t pay attention to a single thing. How would I know what to do during the actual ceremony? Would I be another mess of giggles and guffaws? Stay tuned…

Hammy Tip # 2:

You may be a ball of nerves before your wedding. If so, I’m envious. If not, don’t stress about the lack of stress. It’s okay. The wedding will still turn out fine.

Were you stressed in the days leading up to the big day? If you’re not yet married, do you think you’ll stress out when the time comes?