I missed some things in between events in my last post, though none of the missing events had anything to do with my being pregnant, or my pregnancy itself.
Firstly, in April of 2009, Andrew asked me to marry him. We were in bed, and I was talking about (yet again) when he would propose, as he had said that it would be by the end of April, and he said "what about now?" and pulled out the ring from his drawers. I was so stoked, so emotional, that all I could do was cry and nod. The ring is beautiful, and may not be the biggest but it means the world to me. I'm not sure how I would react if anything were to happen to it. Our engagement was the last of Andrew's siblings. Kat and Trev were first, before we had actually fallen pregnant, then was James and Bec before their trip to Europe, then ours, so we knew that the next 2 years were to be busy ones. The next big event was Koby being born, and his first Christmas 5 months later. We are happy to announce that he is a very healthy, very active and very clever young man.
In February 2010 I turned 18, which is not so momentous, but I just thought I would put it out there. And in March of the same year, James and Bec were married. It was a beautiful wedding, so huge and Italian. At this stage Koby was 1 week off 9 months old.
July 2010, Koby turns 1! Such an event for us, not because of the speciality of it, but since a few days before we were in the hospital with Koby who had a fever of almost 40, and seemed to be in alot of pain. The cause was unknown at the time.. Until that Saturday, the 17th, Koby's first birthday, when we were back in emergency because Koby had reached fever point again and was now also covered in a rash. I thought it could have been perhaps the measles, but it turns out that it was Roseola Infantum. Two days later we were asked to go back to the hospital to have him checked up on, and were told that he would be fine within a couple of days.
By this time we had started planning our wedding, and had set the date for December 4 2010. Though our budget was small, we done the best we could to have the wedding we wanted. My two bridesmaids were Kat and Bec, Kat being my Maid of Honour, and Andrews groomsmen were Trev and James, with Trev being the Best Man. Both the ceremony and reception were to be held at the Orange Botanical Gardens, with the ceremony planned to be in the area called "the Billabong", which was situated next to a river. Our day was going to be beautiful, though not expensive. The suits were reused from James and Bec's wedding, changing the ties so they looked completely different, and the dresses were bought online. Our beautiful son Koby was to be page boy, with a friends daughter to be flower girl. Then, as the day drew closer, disaster struck.
With our wedding being set for December, it was Summer, but Mother Nature had decided that she liked the wet. Though we had a back up plan, I was still devastated, as I had pictured everything to happen in our area. I was wondering, 'now that its a different area, will it be the same?'. The answer was yes, my day was still my day, and I loved it. Though it didn't actually rain the day of our wedding, it had poured down for a week beforehand, and so the ground at the gardens was still very soggy. Thank God that we had moved our ceremony to the undercover area next to the reception room. Solid floor, and no rain at all. It was wonderful.
I was delivered to my mum's house early in the morning, to start getting ready, and Kat and Bec were to meet me there at 10. We started with some champagne, then moved on to doing our hair, then make up. Our photographer came and took some shots of us getting ready, and of the shoes, dresses etc.. Then left to do the same for the boys. He would return later to take photos of me getting into my dress.
When it came time for me to leave everyone was in a rush.. But then we were slowed down by the photographer, who had started to agitate me a little by this stage. He had left the lights on in his car, and his battery had gone flat. So while he waited for jumper leads to start his car, we set off to the gardens to wait for him. I was a little more than half an hour late for my wedding day, and it wasn't even my fault!
After the photographer arrived we got ready to start down the aisle, Bec first, holding the hand of Harmony, our flower girl, then Kat holding the hand of Koby, then myself with my mum, who was giving me away. To my surprise, as I had not known it had been planned, there was an aisle marked out on the ground with sand and rose petals, which had been organised by my mum that morning. I could not stop the tears when I saw this, then looked up to see my soon to be husband, and realised that this was really happening to me, I was getting married. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and kissed... I was so unbelievably happy.. And still am to this day.
After more photos were taken we sat down with our families and our closest friends and ate, celebrating this occasion. Speeches were made my Simon (Andrew's father), Trev (Andrew's Best Man) and Andrew himself. Then we drank and danced, I threw the bouquet, and my cousin Ashley, who is now to be married in November, caught it. In the rush of getting ready I had forgotten to put on my garter, and so it was not tossed, but noone minded. We left to go home at 1am. It was the most amazing night of my life. No, it may not have cost us much, and it may not have been big, but we were joined by the people we loved, with good food and alcohol, and it was perfect for us...
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