the wedding is over!
I am SOO relieved! Megan was a perfect angel and Dawson was a typical baby who fussed and wanted to be at home where he is comfortable nursing without distraction. IT didn't go so well at the reception unfortunatly and I had to bale after only a few bites of food. I tried to nurse the poor little guy at the church. He sucked about 4 times and was through. SO, at the reception I looked for somewhere quiet where he could relax and didn't find that place. I offered at the table and he just screamed. So, I took him to the car and he ate for a few minutes there and then cried most of the way home. THankfuly it was only a 10 min drive. MIL brought Megan home about 15 min. later. M nursed for a while and then started puking. I don't know what the deal was, but she drank something and then said she felt all better and went off to sleep. Weird. That dress was nice to have, but I really didn't find it comfortable. I will have to do some adjustments to it before I wear it again. The nursing slits kept coming open and the dress just felt too big for me all over. I wasn't happy with it though. :( Tonight I found myself wishing I could have been one of those moms who could just leave the baby with a bottle and a babysitter and have a good time. :/
There were a small handful of people there that we went to school with. Most of them are still single and a few of them still in school. (we are 25/26 depending on birthday months). We are the only ones with kids though of the group that was there. I just have trouble relating to them and had little to talk about unless they were asking about the kids. Thankfully since I wasn't there long, I didn't have to feel so akward for long. I just don't do well in those situations and its not like they are strangers, we used to spend several hours a day together every day. Years and experiences change you though. Chris (the groom) and Josh used to be best friends and rarely even talk anymore. They live over an hour away though so that makes it hard. After I left, Josh got into the big "so what are you doing these days" discussion with several old friends and I think that he came home feeling a little self-conscious. The next big question was always, "so fatherhood, Whats THAT like?" (asked almost in a condescending way) I guess if you are used to being unattached, the idea of being responsible for a wife and kids is pretty foreign. Josh was adament that he wouldn't change a thing about his life or family. I hope hes as happy as he said he is. I'm sure that there are things about his life he wouldn't mind changing though. Some days I wonder what life could be like if we had done things differently. Like, if we had both gone off to school...would we have stayed together? Would we have met other people and gotten married only to be miserable but financially better off? Would I be at WOHM if I had a degree and a carreer? I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason though and can't think of a single important detail of my life that I would change because every one of them has made me who I am.
So, all in all the day went well...The big stresser of the afternoon though happened when Josh slipped on his tux jacket and it was HUGE! Hes a big guy (getting smaller though) and this thing just swollowed him whole. When he held his arm strait at his side, the sleeve hung to the bottom of his thumb! It was also too big in the chest. I called the tux place and thankfully they were still open. She said "hes supposed to have a 58 regular, check the pocket and see what it says. Well, it was a 58 Long. I told her that he really needed a 56 regular because the chest was enormous. So, she had to call the "warehouse" and then ended up closing the shop to go get it and bring it to Josh. He said he really thinks a 54 would have fit fine, but the 56 worked. Several of the other guys (including the groom) said their coats fit badly. I wonder if this girl that fitted them all just didn't know what she was doing?
I am SOO relieved! Megan was a perfect angel and Dawson was a typical baby who fussed and wanted to be at home where he is comfortable nursing without distraction. IT didn't go so well at the reception unfortunatly and I had to bale after only a few bites of food. I tried to nurse the poor little guy at the church. He sucked about 4 times and was through. SO, at the reception I looked for somewhere quiet where he could relax and didn't find that place. I offered at the table and he just screamed. So, I took him to the car and he ate for a few minutes there and then cried most of the way home. THankfuly it was only a 10 min drive. MIL brought Megan home about 15 min. later. M nursed for a while and then started puking. I don't know what the deal was, but she drank something and then said she felt all better and went off to sleep. Weird. That dress was nice to have, but I really didn't find it comfortable. I will have to do some adjustments to it before I wear it again. The nursing slits kept coming open and the dress just felt too big for me all over. I wasn't happy with it though. :( Tonight I found myself wishing I could have been one of those moms who could just leave the baby with a bottle and a babysitter and have a good time. :/
There were a small handful of people there that we went to school with. Most of them are still single and a few of them still in school. (we are 25/26 depending on birthday months). We are the only ones with kids though of the group that was there. I just have trouble relating to them and had little to talk about unless they were asking about the kids. Thankfully since I wasn't there long, I didn't have to feel so akward for long. I just don't do well in those situations and its not like they are strangers, we used to spend several hours a day together every day. Years and experiences change you though. Chris (the groom) and Josh used to be best friends and rarely even talk anymore. They live over an hour away though so that makes it hard. After I left, Josh got into the big "so what are you doing these days" discussion with several old friends and I think that he came home feeling a little self-conscious. The next big question was always, "so fatherhood, Whats THAT like?" (asked almost in a condescending way) I guess if you are used to being unattached, the idea of being responsible for a wife and kids is pretty foreign. Josh was adament that he wouldn't change a thing about his life or family. I hope hes as happy as he said he is. I'm sure that there are things about his life he wouldn't mind changing though. Some days I wonder what life could be like if we had done things differently. Like, if we had both gone off to school...would we have stayed together? Would we have met other people and gotten married only to be miserable but financially better off? Would I be at WOHM if I had a degree and a carreer? I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason though and can't think of a single important detail of my life that I would change because every one of them has made me who I am.
So, all in all the day went well...The big stresser of the afternoon though happened when Josh slipped on his tux jacket and it was HUGE! Hes a big guy (getting smaller though) and this thing just swollowed him whole. When he held his arm strait at his side, the sleeve hung to the bottom of his thumb! It was also too big in the chest. I called the tux place and thankfully they were still open. She said "hes supposed to have a 58 regular, check the pocket and see what it says. Well, it was a 58 Long. I told her that he really needed a 56 regular because the chest was enormous. So, she had to call the "warehouse" and then ended up closing the shop to go get it and bring it to Josh. He said he really thinks a 54 would have fit fine, but the 56 worked. Several of the other guys (including the groom) said their coats fit badly. I wonder if this girl that fitted them all just didn't know what she was doing?
