I met my husband on the Internet. I was then in Canada, he in Paris. When we first met in France (we had only seen each other a few times by webcam), it was love at first sight. Our feelings kept intensifying and, the next month i got pregnant. It was a wonderful gift for us because it was clear that we wanted to spend our life together, surrounded by a beautiful brat.
Having no status in France, I had to return to Canada to continue my pregnancy, followed without any reluctance by my dear lover. Then we started talking about marriage and that’s how we got together civilly on November 13, when I was 8 months pregnant.
The ceremony at the Palais de Justice (the equivalent of the town hall) lasted only 15 minutes. When I think I was stressed for three months… What dress to wear with a big belly? And the shoes, goodbye high heels, we had to go in search of flat shoes. A real challenge in November, where shops have long since replaced beautiful shoes with winter boots!
Emotion at its height
Despite the fatigue at the end of pregnancy and the stress of the ceremony, we were very moved. I don’t know if it’s the hormones, but I was more emotional than ever. The makeup artist spent over an hour and a half doing my makeup and within seconds it was all screwed up because I kept crying for joy and emotion even before having uttered the famous “yes, I want it”.
It is with happiness that we got married, for our future family, with this little angel sleeping in mom’s bidou. We promised ourselves that we would put it back in France, when our little prince was born. We will remarry at church, before God, in order to promise each other once again that we will love and cherish each other until death do us part. Maybe I’ll be pregnant again, who knows? It seems that there is nothing more magnificent than a nice big “paunch” in a wedding dress.
Jinny