Wee bit of advice...

Something I definately do NOT recommend while pregnant: planning a wedding.
I know theres enough people out there that misunderstand pill taking/monthly cycles and have had too much wine to know how to prevent conceiving a child, so i know for a fact there are more of you out there than we'd all like to admit that have had to do this in this order.
YES i understand now that there is  a reason to do things in order, like, date, get married, get pregnant. But my fomal opinion is that its not t hat you need the MARRIAGE per say, but you need to NOT be planning a wedding. and for those of us that think planning a wedding wouldnt be that fun even if you werent pregnant...its a big and stupid task.
Being pregnant while planning a party for 60ish other people...is honestly my own personal definition of hell. So many options, table wear, what kind of plates, what kind of centerpeices, what kind of food, how much food, whatkind of decor, how much decor, how much will that decor cost, deposits, and final payments and phone call after phone call after email after email about tentative bookings, final numbers, and concerns on the day of.
seriously, DO NOT DO THIS PREGNANT.
Becase all you want to do when you're 20 weeks pregnant in the summer time is sit in front of a fan, take long naps and eat all day. Its a tough life.
But instead, you are the woman with 55 different balls in the air, all saying something different, and one BIG ball in your belly making everything more difficult because again:  YOU CANT DRINK.
Seriously. If through this whole process I wold have been able to just hav ea beer, or  bottle of wine after each day, Im sure i would have enjoyed it more...or at least been able to forget some of it.
So, the wedding reception came and went, it was at the end of the night, a wonderful time. It was great to see everyone, our friends and our family and the peopl we havent been able to see in years, and the love in the room was truely so nice to have after the past rough months of this pregnancy.
I also got way more woman time, my sisters and my mom were here so that really also made such a difference in my attitude...and my sanity, since when planning an event like this, you need other women...women that know how to delegate, know how to properly set up a banquet hall, and know how to divert drunk men with too much to say about not much away from the hot, sweaty, stressed out pregnant bride.
again. yay for women.
I also got to hang out with other preggos. which always makes me happy, I got some that are ahead, some around the same place as me and both are super helpful in making me feel less like a whiney fat lady when they say they feel the same way.
BUT, the lead up to said lovely night, was allllllmost not worth it. People telling me they could do the flowers and then they couldnt, people deciding they were coming and people telling me the day of they werent, the caterer freaking out about anything that could ever happen, the outfits, hanging up lights, setting up tables, picking up 100 things I forgot, the fire marshall saying i need new candle holders, the bartender needing to be paid....etc etc etc.
theres a reason that the occupation of a wedding planner exists.
and theres also a reason to do destination weddings.
sigh.
again, i may have been more patient, less sweaty, less sore, more satified, less  hungry and had more energy had I not been a full on human incubator through all of it.
But, at the end of the day, I had someone with me the entire day. Yes Jake was around. and my family, but even atthe most stressful times when I felt like I could have had a nervous breakdown in the shower, someone was literally sitting inside me, not in my heart, but close to it. And that just seemed to make the stress just that much less.
Even though he was kicking me in the bladder the ENTIRE night. feisty little banana.
either way, this entry is mostly just a warning to anyone who ever thought wedding planning and baby growing can coexist happily.
its a lie.
But then its over, and you get to have had a wedding..AND you get a baby. So its your choice. But i dont recommend my route.
And neither does banana baby, I definately wasnt eating enough to keep him happy.