The Things You Don't Get Told...

I am sitting in bed on day three of married bliss and I am still EXHAUSTED after this weekend's festivities blur. While trying to think of a good enough reason that will get my tired bum out of bed I started thinking about the wedding weekend and about all of the things nobody thought to tell me about having a wedding.

YOU WILL NOT EAT ANYTHING!
It's true... nothing will go into your mouth unless forced upon you by your nagging mother and bridesmaids saying, "You need to eat something so you don't pass out!" I think regardless of eating half a container of yogurt or not, if I am going to pass out, I will pass out. Luckily I did not do any fainting, except for when staged by my photographer.

So it was the Friday before the wedding, and it was hot, miserable, and super busy. I had stupidly scheduled my annual physical that morning at 8:30 am. Wasn't that a smart idea on my part? While our families are running around making sure everything is ready to go 30 miles away for the weekend, I gallivant off to my appointment. Two hours later I return to the house of packing madness and get swooped into the chaos immediately. Do you see where I'm going? It was busy! By the time we get packed up and ready to go it is 11:15 am.  We still have to drive to the venue and unload everything and decorate all before rehearsal at 6 pm. I am stressing a bit lot. Believe it or not, with the wonderful help of my bridal party, we actually pulled off getting all of the decorating finished in time to rehearse. As soon as we sit down for the dinner I happened to realize I hadn't eaten anything all day. This same sort of thing happened on the wedding day, I did not willingly eat because I felt sick to my stomach with stress, anxiety, and of course excitement. (Hello! I'm getting married!!!) I didn't really get to eat the wedding meal we were so ecstatic for because I was busy listening to toasts and smiling for the camera dozens of cameras. The only cake I ate was the overabundance of fondant that was shoved in my mouth by my loving husband and the crumb of cake that fell down in the front of my dress. Don't get me wrong, I sliced myself a nice piece to enjoy, but was pulled away by more pictures and mingling. So needless to say, the day after the wedding I was able to chow on delicious leftovers.

YOU WILL BE EXHAUSTED!
When it was all over and the last guest departed, we had work to do. Remember all of that decorating it took us hours to do the day before? It all had to come down that night, courtesy of the bride and groom and the awesome wedding party. That is the price you pay when booking at a venue that books numerous weddings in a weekend. You have to help clean up your mess so they can prepare for the next happy couple. It was all worth it though, because that day could not have been anymore wonderful if I wanted it to be. So after we struck our wedding set to the ground I retreated to the bedroom with my new husband and oh my gosh... it felt soooo good to just sit down. We had been running around and on our feet for probably a combined 24 hours that weekend. I slept like I hadn't slept in years that night, uncomfy hard bed and all. Sunday came and I thought that would be my big break when I could just sit and relax all day. I. Was. WRONG! You see the thing that happens when you have a wedding is that you have family that comes for that wedding, and your family wants to visit. Plus you need extra stomachs to help rid you of excess leftover wedding food. So all day Sunday we were back to mingling with family. I was so happy to get to see everyone and spend more time with them, but I was just so tired I probably couldn't recite the alphabet if someone asked me to. So when bedtime came Sunday night, I was so thrilled!

ALL OF THE STUFF!
There is stuff all around you when you plan a wedding: stuff that you buy to decorate with, stuff you buy and intend to decorate with, stuff to feed people, stuff you receive in the mail from other people, just all kinds of stuff. It gets to the point where you can't open doors or navigate through dark hallways without stubbing your toe on something. You have to travel up and down the stairs more times that you have in a month to bring all of the stuff up to get loaded. You will need at least 6 vehicles to transport everything. And when the wedding finally is over you think to yourself, "Hey! I don't need this stuff anymore, I can pawn it off on someone else, donate it, or just toss it!" Yes, we did all of those things, but somehow it still felt like we were leaving with more stuff than we came with! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??? We still had to make numerous trips to load up vehicles. We had to use a new vehicle to store things in too. And I still cannot see our living room floor because it is covered in leftover wedding stuff. And because of the exhaustion you don't really have a care to give about cleaning it up right away. You just look at it and shrug because now you have to worry about packing up stuff for your honeymoon in three days.

All of these newly learned experiences aside, at the end of the day we had a more beautiful wedding than I could have dreamed and I was able to FINALLY marry the man of my dreams, and that is what matters most!

Mrs. Imparato