Nice day for a White Wedding

I have almost finished the back story and then we can move on to other things. After sitting through Nanny McPhee for a 2nd time I landed in Sacramento and everything was instantly ok as Jen was there. I felt relieved and estatic, and a little smelly (I had been awake for around 28 hours by that time).

We were married on 21 April on the Delta King in Sacramento. We had close friends and family there, but unfortunately not everyone that we wanted to come could make it.

I got married in the Cornish Kilt. As you can see Emma was enthused about my choice of clothing.

We had been married for about a week when Jen said that she thought she might be pregnant. We had a home testing kit and so we used it and it came out positive. We so wanted to tell people but we are both worriers and were concerned that if we told someone we would somehow jinx the baby and things would turn bad.

We waited and waited. We had a doctors appointment. I made crass jokes that Jen had actually just eaten "too many pies", she retorted that I infact looked more like a pie eater. I sulked. After 12 weeks of this we finally went to hear the baby's heartbeat. I have never been so crushed as when we sat there trying to listen to a heart beat and hearing nothing. The Dr said that it wasn't unusual and that we should come back in a week. We went home with tears in our eyes. We didn't sleep for a week. We went back and the instant joy that we felt when imeddiately we heard the boom-boom-boom of the babies heart. We smiled at each other like mentalists and then it was gone. Apparently our baby doesn't like having her heartbeat listened to.