The gynea gave me a slightly cleaner bill of health than my GP did on Friday and ask me too just take it slow (no need for bed rest anymore)…like bed rest was gonna keep me away from one of this years biggest anticipations: X’s Wedding!!!
My Saturday was bound to be hectic. Dressed in slippers, sweats and tank top I first had to endure a baby shower (not mine…yet) before chasing of to get dressed in my too tight for maternity dress, tights and (luckily) low heels. By the time the Rodent clan reached the church I was regretting not having bed rest as an excuse. B-Rat is like a demon when it comes to entering a church. Everything’s fine until the minister starts talking……then the fury of my twenty month old is unleashed upon the earth like nuclear warhead. But kicking, screaming, running and singing, I just had to see the bright orange spectacle for myself…
Rewind….
X and Nr.3 got engaged Christmas two years back but even before she could break the news to her parents (something she wanted to do face to face) Baby Z was already on the way… Now, with her parents not very keen on her getting married to a guy they didn’t really approved off to start with, you could imagine their reaction finding out their conservative little girl had gone and fallen pregnant with him… Honeymoon phase was definitely over. X didn’t want to get married before 25 let alone become a mommy so when her parents (and his) started to put pressure on them to tie the knot before the baby came she held firm. “To Hell with you all! I’m getting married when I feel like it and I’m getting married in Orange!!” (Not Peach, Not Copper, NECTARINE, NAARTJIE AND ORANGES ORANGE!!!)
Her Mom did convince her though to not go completely orange at the end of the day but X did still shock the senses with a pure white creation adorned with dozens of bright orange butterflies from head to toe. Her bouquet had to consist of practically every orange flower she could find in season and at the altar Nr.3 waited in a black tux that disappeared with the exploding orange waist coat and tie. X made no joke. She was forcing everything at her wedding to rhyme with orange. The bride’s maid’s dress, the best man’s shirt, tie and waist coat, the poor little ring bearer (who in his little orange suit became a point of interest to B-Rat…she got a possessed glint in her eyes the moment she saw him and without warning attacked him the moment he came out of the church, diving on top of him and bombarding him with hugs and kisses.)
The reception was no exception. The every inch of the hall was decorated with orange organza and orange butterflies. On the tables under arrangements of orange sprays swam goldfish in big round bowls filled with orange pebbles. All the color was even starting to give me a citrus taste in my mouth after a while.
Spouse and I decided to take B-Rat to Granny’s after the ring bearer incident, fearing that she might rob the poor little boy of as much of his innocence as a toddler could before the end of the night, leaving the two of us to enjoy a party for the first time in a long time. Spouse took this to the next level though as he and X’s brother, with whom he connected at Nr. 3’s bachelor party, reconnected over a bottle of brandy and ginger beer. If it wasn’t for the reception being four blocks from our house, I would have felt uncomfortable about his intoxicated driving… (I did feel uncomfortable though this morning when he commented on my great parking in the drive way, only I didn’t park the car, he did….)
