MOH Lefty came back into my room with her dress on just as her phone rang: Aunt C was calling and wanted to take everyone’s lunch orders. MOH Lefty ordered a sandwich, I ordered Pop-Tarts (I’m famously a bit of a Pop-Tart addict, and they were the only thing that sounded appetizing to my still-nervous stomach), and then she handed the phone to B. They discussed lunch options for a minute and B finished up by saying, “And no lunch meat for me.”
There was a beat of silence as she hung up the phone, and another beat before Michael, our photographer, asked, “…Are you pregnant?”
More silence. Uncomfortable shuffling. Keep in mind that I’m still trapped in the hair chair with a very hot curling iron an inch from my scalp, so all of this was going on behind me and I couldn’t turn my head to see. I don’t think our photographer thought much of his question—what are the odds? The “no lunch meat” thing was a little conspicuous, but maybe she was just on some weird diet, right? But next thing I know, I hear cheering, exclamations, and general racket, and it could only mean one thing. B was pregnant!
That’s a guilty smile if I ever saw one.
I said to her over the noise, “Get that iron out of my hair so I can turn around and hug you!”
That’s MOH Lefty in the foreground, probably shouting, “Are you serious?? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!”
Yep, she’s serious!
There was so much cheering and excitement and hugging going on. This news was especially funny to me because, for the past few months every time Mr. Wiz and I had seen B, we’d always say to each other afterward, “Is it just me or was B showing a little? Is she pregnant?” We had even asked MOH Lefty (who is B’s cousin), and she said no. No way! Someone would have told her if B were pregnant!
Well, apparently, B was keeping it under wraps, but thanks to our photographer, the cat was out of the bag.
Pointing at Michael. “This is all your fault!”
B and her husband just had their first child about a year ago, and we were all over the moon in love with him from day one. Needless to say, we are equally over the moon about him becoming a big brother, and the way she “announced” it was just priceless!
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First, I kick things off with our wedding video.
I go stir-crazy, and almost choke to death, the week before our wedding.
We had a pretty bad venue setup/rehearsal day.
I’m the bride with the weak stomach.
The crew arrives, and the ladies get pretty.
*All photos by MichaelWill Photography