Long time no Blog...wedding update

Ok so the blogging took a break for over a week...where does the time go??

I've had the man flu which involved losing my voice and coughing madly but I’m now getting over this and am secretly pleased I had it last week so I can be fighting fit for the Hen weekend this weekend! How exciting!!!

On the subject of weddings...I went for my fitting last weekend.  I entered the shop to "Bloody hell you're a different person" cue grinning from ear to ear and the in-depth story of pre wedding diets and praying that the dress can be tailored.

So, I stripped to my wedding undies behind a curtain and stepped into the dress...have you ever seen one of those blow up sumo wrestler suits deflated...well that’s what I looked like only my sumo dress was made from ivory silk and lace! Very funny.  I then pulled back the curtain, dropped arms down and the dress fell straight on the floor and I was standing there in the middle of the shop in all my glory! Embarrassing? yes! Funny for everyone else? Completely!

I was then pinned back into the dress with a total of about 18 inches to be lost from the sides and top.  I asked the lady "Are you going to be able to fix this" the reply was "Ummm....hmmm...I won’t lie to you love its 50/50"...FIFTY/FIFTY!?! 6 weeks before my wedding day!?! It can't be FIFTY/FIFTY!!!  After a minor panic attack, the need for a large vodka and a lot of love from the bridesmaids all is fine and I'm going for another fitting on the 13th so it’s a wait and see until then.

Ooo to give you the parking update, even though I’m meant to be a grown up now, there is always a time when a girl needs their mum.  I had a phone call yesterday saying, "Don’t worry Nin, I've sorted it.  I paid the farmer a visit!"....what can I say, like mother like daughter!!!

Drum roll please

This post is going to be short and sweet and mainly for me to gloat about my weigh in.


Less than 3 months and I'm a total of 2 1/2 stone lighter, that's 16 kilos and 18 inches...I'm going for my dress fitting tomorrow and I'm a bit freaked that they won’t be able to take it in...Worst case is a eat doughnuts for 6 weeks and put it all back on again.

On a side note, I think my fiancé may be pregnant, there was definite nesting going on last night to the point I felt guilty not joining in the cleaning!

The Morning after...

I turned 27 yesterday and am very smug about not having a hangover or feeling like I need to curl up in a ball and rock in a corner until the lovely gentlemen in white coats come to get me.

On the negative this is confirmation that I am now officially a grown up and responsibly didn't go mental on a school night...tragic!!

I've been very good at sticking to the pre wedding diet and this means a very tight limit on alcohol (I will occasionally par-take in a single vodka and slim line tonic...but only ever one!)  But, yesterday was the celebration of the day I entered the world so, I thought 3 V&Ts were perfectly acceptable.  This was until the Hubby-to-be picked me up to take me to a very lovely restaurant.  Accompany the vodka with a short walk in 1 degree temperature and the result is 40 minutes of hiccups.  I say hiccups; more like violent convulsions with a strange tourette like noises (no offence to anyone here).  I can genuinely say there is nothing more embarrassing than entering an upmarket establishment, being greeted by a very lovely French waitress to say can I have a glass of tap (*cue convulsion and loud noise) water please, proceed by drinking this upside down in the foyer of the restaurant...Classy me?...Always!

Anyways, the meal was lovely, I pulled myself together and was sensibly tucked up in bed way before the clock struck midnight.

Parking update no1: I went for option C, which was great for a day, I now need to go "visit" the farmer...wish me luck!

Parking

Well it wasn't long before the first wedding stress since launching the new blog, 4 hours and 45 minutes to be precise.

To give a bit of background I'm getting married in a church and then having the reception in a marquee. 
I'm very aware that I live in England and thought that the idea of getting married in a large tent in December is not one of the greatest I've had.  However, there is a wooden floor, its hopefully waterproof, there's a door, electricity and 2 heaters.  (I've also got lots of mulled wine, beer, champagne etc so beer coats are supplied).

There is also a field next door for parking...or so I thought!!!

What do you do when you find out 7 weeks before the big day that you no longer have the parking space you thought you had for 150 cars???
The venue is also about 4 miles from the nearest train station and 1.5 miles from the nearest bus stop in the very picturesque arse end of nowhere.

Answer...
Plan A. Bribe said field owner with either money or my (or anyone else’s body)
Plan B. Invent the hover car
Plan C. Ignore it and focus on the fact it’s my birthday tomorrow and have a vodka.

I'm currently opting for either A or C, I'll let you know what I decide :)

Any further suggestions are very much welcomed!

Ok so this is me blogging....

Ok, hmm where to start...

I am surrounded by friends that blog, tweet, fb and do all the other clever technical things people can do on t'interweb.

I thought that now was the time to get started.  I'm 27, getting married in less than 7 weeks and on a strict must not be as much of a fatty for the wedding diet. So far 2 stone and counting.

I'm not sure how random the thoughts will be and if they'll interest anyone but I'm going to babble on about life, stress, hen night antics and what its like being a Mrs.

I'll try not to be too special and strive to be mildly amusing...so here I go...