Happy Tuesday to you, lovelies! Ok, so prepare to be psyched, because we’ve got another fabutastic Bloggista to introduce today, and she’s kicking her Bloggistaship off strong-style with a seriously harrowing tale of one of THE WORST things that can go wrong as your wedding approaches. Libby’s here to share wedding planning advice and tales from her life as a newlywed, something she does on the regular over on her blog, Follow the Wife, so we’re extremely pumped for her to share some amazing, incredibly helpful and sometimes even death-defying – as you’ll see today - stories here on TKB! We just know you’re gonna get a kick out of her, and learn some pretty valuable information along the way that’ll help you get through your own experiences as smoothly as possible!
Okey dokey, take it away, Libby!
First off, I have to express my utter gratitude to Alison for giving me the opportunity to talk to you all today. I’ve had “wedding blogger” high on my list of dream careers since I took the SATs so this is a big deal for me. The Knotty Bride has some of the best followers on the web, and I’m not just saying that because I’m one of them. Where else can you find such love for fabulous wedding details and an amazing French Bull Dog? I don’t know. I’m just so excited to get to know everyone!
Ok, Alison invited me here to tell you a story. Let me lay the ground work: You know how a million people tell you that something will go wrong those last few days leading up to your wedding? Well, I believed them, and was thankful for their advice and I even turned it into a little mantra to help me prepare for what might go wrong that last week. I figured the programs would get lost in the mail or my dress would be too tight. All major disasters to an anxious, stressed out bride-to-be 5 days before her wedding. But in retrospect, those are all minor, minor issues compared to what really went wrong. No one prepared me (and my little mantra hardly helped at all) when my husband and I got the world’s most violent stomach flu two days before our wedding!
Ok, so if you thought this story was going to be like Say Yes to the Dress, I’m sorry. It’s going to be more like I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. Actually, we just met and gross toilet stories are off limits on the first date. I’ll just get right to it: Here’s how my wedding turned into Contagion (starring Matt Damon) just kidding, he wasn’t there, but I thought that’d get some people to keep reading.
It’s Wednesday night and my soon-to-be husband and I just finished stuffing our out of town guest bags. We sat down on the couch with small stomach aches, but we chalked it up to being tired and went to bed. A few hours later I woke up and knew something was not right with my body. I ran to the bathroom, barfed my brains out, alerted my sleeping mate to the issue and then proceeded to pass out in the hallway. I came to a few minutes (or was it seconds?) later wondering WTF was going on. And then another wave of nausea hit me and it all came back. “This is really happening,” was all I could think (or at least the only coherent thought I remembering thinking) as I hung my head over the bowl. I wept, and then I barfed some more. My groom got sick a few hours later and we swapped turns on the toilet so gracefully you would have thought we were in Swan Lake.
This went on till about 8 am, which conveniently, was the exact time my parents and I were planning to drive into New York City to pick up my wedding dress. By that time my Nancy Kerrigan-style wails had subsided and I was able to laugh (a little) at the situation we were in. But that only lasted till I realized I wasn’t going to be able to high five Randy Fenoli as I breezed out of Kleinfeld with my AMAZING new gown. I needed Gatorade and rest, STAT, I was not going anywhere.
Our next task was finding out what the F got us so darn sick. A phone call to the MOG quickly set things straight: Our precious, cherubic, identical twin, two-year-old flower girls had brought a double dose of something wicked and had passed it on to half the wedding party. Kids these days!
And with that, we were both quarantined to the couch, no visitors in or out. Thank god my mom is the best MOB ever and my dad is the man, because they took over all the wedding related errands I had planned that day. (A final run through at our venue, proper fluffing of the gown and delivery of the gift bags.) And we began the healing process with a hot bowl of chicken broth and Minority Report on TBS.
What’s the moral of this story? Well, there are several, and I’m going to list them for you here:
- Avoid anyone who’s been sick in the last two weeks. Even if their feeling better, bad germ are lurkers. You should also exercise caution around young children during the days leading up to your wedding because they carry more germs than their adult counterparts. If you know those little pudding pops were sick you may want to avoid kissing them. Don’t let their cute little pouty lips fool you, because they totally got me! If you’ve got an army of flower girls à la Kate Middleton, pack some anti-bac for the rehearsal dinner, apply it liberally and repeat.
- Don’t leave too many tasks till the last minute. Wednesday night I was Miss. Cocky-Pants Bride, bragging to anyone who’d listen how well organized I was and how much I had done in advance to avoid being a complete stress-mess the next day. I only had a few things left…Hold on someone’s knocking on the door. Bad Karma, is that you? Come on in, why don’t ya. Needless to say, I missed out on the last few fun wedding planning moments and I was bummed about that.
- If you feel tired or rundown before your wedding, morph yourself into a super patient on the double. You know how your body feels when you get a cold or the flu. Well, take that and times it by 500 because that’s what your body feels like when you’re a bride-to-be with a cold or the flu. If you start to feel the sniffles call in sick, staple your butt to the couch and start popping some vitamin C. Remember those girlfriends walking down the aisle right before you? They are here-by mandated to take over any unfinished DIY projects. Tell them I said so.
- And one more for good luck: Anything nature can’t clear up, adrenaline will. (Besides maybe pimples, I’m not sure adrenaline works on breakouts.) I was not feeling like the best version of myself when I woke up on my wedding day. I didn’t sleep much and my stomach was still weak. I panicked, but by time hair and makeup started I forgot all about it and just enjoyed myself. Sure, I was B-E-A-T at the end of the day. But I challenge you to find me one bride who wasn’t.
Have you ever worried about suddenly being out for the count right before your wedding day? And for the married couples out there, did anything go terribly, terribly wrong for you on or around the day of your wedding? Can’t wait to hear everybody’s thoughts/stories!
xoxo! - Libby, Follow the Wife