You know how a lot of brides complain that their husband-to-be won't help them with wedding planning? How you have to BEG him to do ANYthing wedding related? Yeah....that's not my problem. Paco has taken to wedding planning like a fish to water. I never imagined he'd have so many opinions on things like China patterns and cake designs, but he sure does.
A couple weeks ago we decided to register for wedding gifts. After we'd been out for dinner and each had 3 glasses of wine. Drunk(ish) registering is FUN, you guys! I'm not sure our sales associate agreed, but we really had a great time with it. You get those little guns and you just scan, scan, scan away! All the stuff you want - scan, scan, scan! The only problem with drunken registering is that the next day you look at your registry online and think "we wanted THAT?" And you have to sort of re-register all over again. We may have gotten a little trigger happy with the scanner gun is what I'm saying.
As it turns out, wedding planning is probably good practice for marriage. You have to compromise, combine finances and decide together how to allocate spending; you have to work together and try very, very hard not to murder each other. If that's not marriage, I don't know what is! Just kidding. We haven't really argued about much at all in this whole process. Except flowers. Paco really doesn't think you need flowers at a wedding. UM, HELLO? No FLOWERS at a WEDDING? Clearly I am marrying a crazy person. Who doesn't want flowers at their wedding??
So pretty.
You know what's not fun about wedding planning? Realizing that it would definitely be a good thing if you lost 15 lbs before strapping on your overpriced dress. Which means you shouldn't make so many cakes, and drink so much wine. IE: NO FUN before the wedding. I am failing miserably at this part. I kind of like my life, and that extra 15 lbs comes with the territory (ie, cake & wine habit). And I don't want to be one of those brides who gets super skinny for her wedding and then just goes back to normal afterward. What? So I can look at pictures of my wedding and think of how great I look and how I WILL NEVER LOOK THAT WAY AGAIN? That seems depressing. So...maybe I'll shoot for 5 lbs. Compromise? We'll see.
Oh, so I have some other news: my sister Laura is pregnant, due in early June with a baby BOY. A boy! We don't know what to do with boys in this family! We're all girls! How is there a BOY up in that joint (joint = womb)? We are all excited, but it's definitely going to be weird to have a little man joining the clan. Paco and my dad are both thrilled, however. Maybe because of this pregnancy, I've been watching this ridiculous show called "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant" on Discovery Health. In one particular episode







