The blushing bride
Mrs Cloud and I married following a ten year engagement, when she was 6 months gone with little cloud #1. She wasn't keen on doing the hitching with her severely distended abdomen (that negative body image thing had already manifested in an eating disorder during her teens which she'd overcome, but she had a hard time dealing with the waif to whale belly stretch of pregnancy), but relented to my late urge of traditionalism.

My mother -who was elated to be becoming a grandmother for the first time- didn't help matters by stating immediately after the ceremony "I don't know what looks better: your bump or your face"
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 4 Nov 2011, 13:47, Reply)