That’s right, I am now *gasp* a “Mrs”. I have a new husband, name and marital status.

This time one week ago I was slugging down wine and preparing for the first dance. I was still attempting to teeter around on too-high shoes (my new husband is six foot five, so the high shoes were a necessity) and look elegant in my beautiful dress. But the alcohol was also starting to take it’s toll, so the veil had been ditched and the laughing was getting a little raucous.

It was the best day of my life.

Don’t get me wrong, the day Frog was born was pretty special too. But I was also in quite a bit of pain and hadn’t slept in three days. So as far as pain-free, non-sleep deprived days go, last Saturday wins hands down.

I want to tell you all about it, really I do. But I want to do it with pictures. So you’ll have to hang on a couple of days until I can do the wedding blog post justice, when the photographs are ready.

And then I promise I’ll shut up about the damn wedding and get back to the baby business.

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