After a busy day of setting up, rehearsing, BBQ-ing, and more setting up, I was exhausted. I returned to the cabin around 11:00pm, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. But, I had promised Mr. Whale I would do a few things for him. Namely, I had promised to cut out the cardstock that was designated for our vows into the shape of a manatee. (Yes, we’re strange. I know. And I promise that our obsession with manatees is simultaneously more rational than you think and also probably even weirder than you think.)
After cutting out the manatees, we rehearsed the ring exchange one more time. (When you’re officiant is spending the night in the same place as you, you can have a little extra rehearsal.) And then, I finally got in the shower. Ashley, my fab hair stylist, instructed me to wash and dry my hair the night before. I reeeeeally didn’t want to, because I was so tired. The whole time I was in the shower, I just wanted to sleep. After the shower, I knew I needed to dry my hair, but I just wanted to sleep. But, of course, I also wanted my hair to look good the next day so I got out the blowdryer and dried my hair, all the while cursing the fact that my hair was ridiculously long.
Finally, at about 1:30am, it was time for bed. Just for good measure, I took half an Ambien (I got a prescription a couple weeks before the wedding and tested it out to make sure it didn’t make me groggy) and a melatonin and fell into bed. Where I proceeded to lie awake. Grrrrrr. After about a half hour, I texted Mr. Whale (who was in the next room doing his own last minute preparations), and he came in to snuggle for a few minutes to help me relax. He eventually had to leave, and I still wasn’t asleep, so around 2:30 I took the other half of my Ambien and another melatonin and crossed my fingers. Thankfully, it worked.
It may have worked a little too well. Upon waking the next morning, Mr. Whale informed me that when he came to bed, I was half-snoring/half-moaning. Yes, moaning. And, I was sleeping on my back, which I never do. He said it creeped him out a bit. Go me. I managed to scare my future husband the night before our wedding. Win.
But who cares. I slept, and that is a freaking miracle. With a relatively full night’s sleep under my belt, I was ready to start the best day ever!
If you missed any part of this whale of a tale, get caught up here. Previously…
- My underwear was nabbed by the underwear bandit.
- We did last minute errands in Atlanta, then drove to Blairsville, where I had an emotional moment in the courthouse getting our marriage license.
- I got emotional at our rehearsal.