Oy Vey.

About a year ago, Jason and I got engaged. It was a long time coming, probably; we'd been talking about getting married since I was 18. Six years later we decided it was time to take the plunge.

I dove into the whole wedding planning thing pretty quickly after that. I thrive on that kind of stuff--any excuse to get me all stressed out over details and color schemes and design and I'm all over it.

Three months after the proposal, though, came the baby apocalypse. And the wedding planning sort of went under the back burner for, oh, almost a year.

Before we knew about Adelyn we'd already picked out a venue and a date. (That date was pushed back a month post-Adelyn-revelation.) There was a little back-and-forth at first about whether or not we should just make it a rush-job and get married before she got here. It was never a morality issue, though. But as my mom said, after the baby comes, everything--wedding included--will be about the baby, not about a wedding.

I said screw it, though. I didn't want to get married when we were 18 because I wanted to be able to drink at my wedding without any raised eyebrows. That wasn't about to change just because I had a bun in the oven.

So we waited. And my mom was right--baby took over. Planning for Adelyn trumped any thoughts of our wedding (and rightfully so). Luckily I bought a dress when I was barely showing, an adventure in and of itself. That, the venue, the menu, the date, and the fact that I will be drinking without hesitation are decided. The rest? Pretty much up in the air.

Turns out planning a wedding in three months with a wailing newborn on your lap isn't the easiest thing. Before she got here, I had grandiose ideas of customizing the event; I even wanted to make one thousand paper oragami cranes to hang in the trees in honor of the Japanese marital custom. Now, I could maybe fold one of those things before Adelyn poops her diaper.

Oy vey. I guess the details will just have to wait, probably indefinitely. It's already taken me the entire weekend to finalize our guest list and even just start getting together addresses--let alone putting together and addressing the invitations. Did I say "oy vey" already?

When we were in the hospital I really, really wanted Adelyn's nursery ID card to have Jason's last name on it. Because it would be her last name, too, after all. But because we went and refused to get married, it has my last name on it. When they gave it to us before our discharge Jason remarked that Adelyn would now always know we weren't married when she was born, because he knew I was gonna frame that thing.

He forgot that she'll be seeing pictures of herself, at 4 months old, posing with us in a white dress and tux. Guess the jig is up.

(That reminds me--I have to find an infant's dress suitable for a wedding but that doesn't resemble an exploding cupcake or make me want to gag. Add it to the list.)