Yesh, and I have been for a little while now. We got married on Sept 24th in Lisbon, Portugal. This is the short story:
The dress looked like too much boobies and too much belly, but I didn’t really care. I am pregnant. Husband looked very handsome in his suit, and that made me extra displeased with my dress but oh well.
On Thursday we drove to the embassy in a taxi, and Husband went first with his parents. I rode with my parents, but with the address we gave to the driver we ended up at the Brazilian embassy, and I started to panic. (We were a little late cause a girl has to have her breakfast, you know.) My response was: “No, NO, the Norwegian Embassy — Noruega, Noruega!” And he mumbled something about that this was the address I had given him, but drove along, and suddenly, down the road, was the Norwegian flag, and I pointed and told him: “THERE!!!” and he just nodded like: “Yeah, I know, I’ve seen it…”
We got married in the garden of the embassy, and it was perfect. There was only a tiny speech of what married life is all about, and a “Tee-hee, yes” from me, and a “Yes!” from Husband, and then we kissed, and signed a paper which could have been anything, cause I was in my own little world while standing there
And then we went around taking some pictures as we didn’t have a professional photographer, and then we had lunch. And theeen we went back to the hotel to shower cause it was over 30 degrees Celsius and we were sweaty. And then we had dinner at the Michelin star restaurant Eleven with waiters hovering in the background with water, wine and food almost too pretty to eat. We had at least 9 courses (we lost count after five), and everybody got super full, and I had to go to the toilet four times, and every time a waiter took my chair and gave me a new napkin, cause omg, I couldn’t use the same I had used before.
And many Portuguese people were saying: “Happy wedding, happy wedding!” and a drunk lady asked me if I had had any champagne, and couldn’t understand why not until I tapped my huge belly disguised under my huge dress.
And then we went to bed and my feet were swollen, and it was the best day ever.

:love:
Å være fadder 9. november.





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