Katie’s real bride blog on beaches babies and UH’s family
Katie, 33, is in PR, while her ex-soldier H2B Ultimate Hero (UH), 38, is a close protection bodyguard. She will be sharing her wedding diary with us in the countdown to her big day on April 30, 2011.
Well brides, most of you are back to work this week after what felt like a mere weekend to me. I had my monthly cry to the hero last night – I hated being in the house alone with still another six weeks ‘til he gets back. So I sat there whimpering to him about how much I loved and needed him, all the while glaring at the recipe book and apron his mother bought me for Christmas. Do you think she is trying to tell me something?
The wedding seems to be swallowing me up, as I am still yet to do so much and work is busier than ever. I had a great time in Norfolk this Christmas though, bonding with the Hero family. I had the most remarkable experience visiting UH’s nanny’s best friend – an 87-year-old lady with the poshest voice I had ever heard. I offered to help her in the kitchen with the coffee and the conversation unravelled like this:
HER: Now dear, tell me, have you had boyfriends and lovers in the past?
Going with it and without delay I said…
ME: Yes I have.
HER: Oh jolly good, that means you have experience.
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing!
HER: Well, we all know that your groom has had his fair share.
ME: Oh yes, he has certainly barked up his fair share of trees.
HER: The last time I saw your handsome chap, he accompanied me on my daily walk and told me how he had met the woman of his dreams.
Bless the Hero!
HER: I once fell in love at first sight you know. I had to wait years for his wife to die, that was the only trouble. We ended up getting married and he was the love of my life.
She then went on to tell me how she was debating what outfit to wear, and that she predicts my wedding will be the highlight of her year.
So I am six weeks away from my first gown fitting. This is when panic kicks in and I start to think about the firmness of my upper arms and eating non-stomach-bloating foods. I have a bit of a job ahead of me though, as UH’s mum had me well fed and waited on me hand and foot.
At first I felt guilty, but then I thought I would do the same to any girl who adored my son the way I do UH (the food might not taste as nice though). I mentioned this to him last night on the phone after I had my crying fit. UH told me he thought my adoration for him was borderline obsessive and that in other circumstances I might have turned into a stalker, following him in the car, pinching his clothes off the line and even stealing the lint from his tumble dryer… OK, this was taking it a step too far but you’ve got to let the UH have his fun.
It was tough to know that my family were with my best friend and her family on the south coast of New South Wales for New Year without me. We always have so much fun, and they kept calling me and putting me on speakerphone, trying to scare me by proclaiming that they had bought Crocs for the bridesmaids instead of the jewelled T-bars we have already picked.
Whether it was the sun over there or the fact that my mother is becoming increasingly more eccentric I don’t know, but as well as the phone calls I got this text message from her totally out of the blue, word for word: ‘Will you be pregnant this time next year? I need to know before I book the beach house or will I be coming to London?’
Where do I start with this one brides?! Apart from the fact the UH is needed in Iraq for a while yet and may not be around to create a Baby Hero, I don’t have a crystal ball for heaven’s sake! So I told Mum to go ahead and book the house.
But for now I can’t think of putting weight on but losing it and sorting out everything else for this wedding that I have yet to do. Do you think it is too early to start getting the spare bedrooms ready for my family? Should probably find a florist first right?
Until next week brides!
Read Katie’s wedding diary week 26 (and find links to earlier weeks) here.