Yeah you heard me.
You were shit October.
The weekly blood tests (granted they were going on before October but I don’t care.)
The surgery because my body apparently doesn’t want to pregnancy right.
2 weeks before my wedding, even though we had known for WEEKS that it wasn’t going anywhere.
even though every week I had been saying Ï’m getting married in 5 weeks, I don’t want to be doing this just before my wedding…4 weeks…just before the wedding….”
As if they’d listen though, right?
And then the thing that was meant to make it all better.
You know, the biggest day of your entire life?
The one that you’re meant to get pampered and fussed over?
The one that you’re not supposed to miss the reception because you got gastro and couldn’t even stand?
And you miss your first dance/ father-daughter dance and cake cutting?
And 5 of your friends gave you cards so you can’t even look back on those and say “well at least my friends had fun?”
Yeah. October you fucking sucked.
But, I am now married.
And thankfully, we did a first look instead of photos after, so we have those.
and I have some beautiful, beautiful vows that were said to me.
And the makeup artist was so good that the next morning I put that dress on and I got my bloody first dance photo.
Someone should throw me a big fucking party with a goddamn photobooth because it was my night and I missed all of it, dammit.
But seriously, I would just like a photobooth photo with my husband.