Getting married at eight months pregnant wasn’t what I always imagined, but it turned out to be something deeply meaningful. At this stage of pregnancy, my body feels heavy, my emotions run high, and every day brings me closer to meeting our baby. To stand beside the person I love, promising a lifetime together while carrying our child, felt powerful in a way I never expected.
The day itself wasn’t about perfection. I didn’t worry much about the dress fitting perfectly and that is why I changed my dress in the last moment. I actually bought a dress that is definitely for Soni butter and because I’m small it was dragging on the floor and it is provides so you can get really dirty and eat they do not have any sleeves, so it was going to rain, and the temperature fell from 30 to 12° outside so in the last minute I did this Sheen dress that I have bought a few months ago because I thought it was cute and it had sleeves. It was super comfy. It was not dragging on the floor so my movement was definitely adjusted to my condition and I felt just more me in that moment.
Everything was super small. It was just that our moms and our made of honors so it was a romantic moment. We did feel everything that they all the emotions.
The people that we united are definitely not people that are usually in the same room. The Spectre of the personalities was definitely big, but it was manageable and we had a real nice lunch in a restaurant after that just celebrating laugh and yes, it did not feel like just getting married papers I don’t know we got a home we hugged. We kissed, watch our hands with drinks and it was definitely more than just eight months pregnant and we need to get married.
Funny story is that we already know where we want to celebrate our marriage you know like wedding and we thought we have time and my husband,yes I said husband, wanted to just check and be informed about timing/availability and when we called there is only one date left for the next year, but I can’t believe it so we are thinking about going there and making a reservation because we both want to get married there
Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. Getting married at eight months pregnant wasn’t just about becoming husband and wife; it was about celebrating our family, our journey, and the future we’re building together.
