My biggest regret is therefore my biggest piece of advice.
If at all possible spend the night before your wedding with your husband to be.
Do not spend it in a massive hotel room in a strange bed.
O and I frequently spend time apart, he is away for his stupid sport or I go away with work or to spend time down south with my family. We’re used to being apart and quite frequently sleep better when we’ve got more room in the bed.
All week I’d been questioning why we were spending the night apart but it is traditional, we’d paid for the hotel room that night, it is expected, etc. etc.
Bollocks to them all. I couldn’t sleep for shit. Felt absolutely appalling all morning before the ceremony. Sickly sweet and soppy whatever you wish to call it but I was nauseous and on the brink of tears until I saw O at the other end of the aisle. Then I started to enjoy our day.
Would I have felt better if it weren’t a strange bed, would I have felt the same if O and I had stayed together? There really isn’t anyway of knowing but if I were to have my time over I’d be snuggling up to my man whispering, "we’re getting married in the morning, sweet dreams".