Planning a wedding from a hospital cafeteria is a somewhat disconcerting experience.
For a good while, I tried to keep my hospital life and my wedding life separate. Tim hasn’t been up to discussing details – he doesn’t really care about what our table linens look like at the moment – and I’ve felt ill-at-ease bringing it up. I feel like it’s almost a stress he doesn’t need right now.
However, we have less than 100 days until we tie the knot, and we can’t put those details off forever.
Which brings me back to my first point: Planning a wedding in the hospital cafeteria feels really weird.
I’m lucky enough to have my parents paying for the vast, vast majority of the wedding and reception. Tim’s parents chipped in a bit, and so did Tim and I. So, when my mum came to Chapel Hill to visit Tim and I in the hospital, I figured we might as well get some of the wedding stuff out of the way.
And we did.
We talked about hotels to block (two down, one to go!) and the cake lady we’d like to book. We talked about where Tim and I might stay on our wedding night. We talked about the tasting at Highgrove not so long ago.
I guess in a way it was kind of nice to not think about my fiance being in the hospital for a few minutes and to be able to act like a normal bride to be.