A couple of years ago I went to a beautiful, low key wedding where the bride was pregnant. They had a simple, lovely ceremony and a lunch and the whole thing was delightful. On the way home I reflected on the fact that, despite it having been a lovely wedding, I couldn’t ever imagine wanting to do the same thing. “I just can’t imagine getting married pregnant,” I told my then boyfriend. “It’s just not me.”
Guess who is, some years later, eating her words? In a couple of weeks I’m getting married, and I’ll be doing it with a big old bump under my laughably white dress.
I got pregnant a few days after I got engaged – very much by choice – on the basis that I was more worried about keeping the age gap between my children as small as possible than I was about being an unmarried mother. I’d already got divorced and embraced single motherhood, so the chance for me to do things “properly” was already a dim and distant possibility. I assumed that we’d have the baby, I’d get a load of Botox and probably, if we’re being honest, a couple of months of Mounjaro, and then we’d have a wedding when the baby was about one.
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To my surprise, half way through the pregnancy, my soon-to-be husband announced that he had different ideas. He told me that he wanted us to be married before the baby was born. And it really was a surprise. We’d done things in a very modern way – not least because I had a baby from a previous marriage when we met, or that we met on the proviso that we wanted to enjoy no strings attached casual sex. And yet here we were, a few years later, retroactively deciding to be Mr and Mrs Proper. Or at least as “proper” as you can be if you’re visibly pregnant on your wedding day.
After my initial “really?!” response, the idea of being married before the baby was born became increasingly appealing. There were logistical reasons – he can register the birth without me being there if we’re already married. There were some depressing reasons too: if I were to die in childbirth it would be marginally less complicated if he were my de facto next of kin. And there was something else, something that probably comes from my Catholic childhood: a sense that being married is good and right. Despite having a 100 per cent failure rate on my marriages so far, I have an unfounded optimism about the institution.
I would be lying if I said I was entirely excited about the kind of wedding we’ve settled on. I love my future husband more than I can say, and I would have liked to gather all of our friends and family to tell them that. I would have loved to have speeches and readings and all of the trappings that are so samey but also so lovely. I would also, if I’m being really honest, have liked to get really drunk and then go away on a cocktail and shagging themed honeymoon, none of which is a go-er when you’re seven and a bit months pregnant and you have a very young child.
There’s nothing wrong with our wedding plan – we’ll be having a tiny ceremony with just my siblings and daughter in attendance, and then a little lunch, after which my husband and I will spend the afternoon at a spa while my mum babysits my daughter. I’m not complaining, it will be a genuinely lovely day – just not the one I’d have picked if I weren’t knocked up and not the one I’d have had if I were younger and less encumbered. If I allow myself the indulgence I do sometimes feel just a little sad that I found the right person, but that we met at a stage in life where we never get to be totally free and unencumbered.
As a compromise, we’ve also said we’ll have a wedding party next year, and I hope we make good on that promise. But given how carried away I got by the joy of being The Bride the first time I got married, it’s possibly a good thing to have a more low key, restrained attitude towards nuptials this time around. I might not be that excited about the wedding, but I am extremely excited about the life I’m embarking on, and despite wishing I could knock back the champagne in a pair of six-inch heels at the wedding, I am enormously enthusiastic about the prospect of marriage.
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