Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Little Cat Z

Our lovely little man, Little Cat Z, joined the family on June 18 at 11:35 am. My water broke at home but contractions didn't start. As luck would have it, my OB was on call. We chatted about it, decided I didn't want an ordeal like my last birth experience, and headed off to the OR for a repeat c-section. We're working on getting him back to his fighting weight of 7lb, 13oz and both of us are recovering well. My family is complete and we just couldn't be happier.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Wayback Playback: The Last 10 Days

I'm huge and lumbering and nesting in a really big way, but seeing the same old post up for weeks on end is making me sad. To fix that, I'm digging through the archives of a now-abandoned journal for some of my old faves. This is the story of the whirlwind leading up to our Vegas nuptials originally published on October 9, 2007. 


The Boy and I had been talking about getting married in Vegas for a while, but not seriously. Or at least *I* wasn't serious. But as time went on, it became clear that he found the idea very intriguing. Eventually, I relented and said "IF you really want to get married in Vegas, I will do it. BUT only on the condition that the whole thing is as tacky as possible. Yes, that's right. I want to be married by Elvis."

As you know, he proposed on September 29th. He told me he did want to get married in Vegas, and asked me to marry him. Obviously I said yes. It was sweet, it was low-key, and it was very us. The next day, I hopped in the car and went off to the bridal shop. I was looking for a veil, and maybe a dress if I could find one that a) fit, b) was available off the rack, and c) wasn't some nasty, silly, hideous, poofy cake dress. Lo and behold, I found one that was perfect and only needed hemming. Only 5% of brides fit a dress size exactly, and I was one of them. I had always wanted a mantilla, and there it was. A fingertip length mantilla, with a pattern that matched the dress perfectly.

Next, I had to find a seamstress to hem the dress. The first one the dress shop recommended lived about 45 minutes away. Doable, but extremely problematic, given that I was leaving for Vegas in 5 days. The next suggestion was a woman who lives literally 4 blocks away, who did work from home on the side, and who was willing and able to take on the alterations. Seriously, some brides spend almost a year finding a dress, having it sized, and finding a veil that matches the dress that she loves. It took me 45 minutes.

THEN, I had to find a ring for the groom. Since he knew he was springing this on me, he bought a wedding band that interlocked with my engagement ring. We got his size figured out, and we found the perfect band online. BUT, only a limited number of sizes were kept in stock, so it'd be miraculous if the ring he wanted, in his (uncommon) size, was available for overnight shipping. Apparently miracles happen. Now we had to find an Elvis to perform the ceremony... God Bless The Internet! Elvis - TCB in a FLASH!

In 24 hours, I got engaged, found a wedding dress, had my final fitting for the hem, found a chapel that was available, found the groom's ring, AND booked an Elvis. When the stars align like that, you gotta' know it's right. The only thing left to do is take a deep breath and say I do. Thankyouveramusch, I did!