Doncha just love when you are stuck in the middle of a conversation between total strangers that is just too personal? While sitting in the very crowded waiting room of my OB-Gyn (NO, I am NOT pregnant!), I endured/enjoyed a front row seat to what I like to call White Trash Wedding Plans.
The lovely bride-to-be appears to be about 7-8 months pregnant. She is seated between her mother and another lady who turns out to be her fiance’s mother. Directly across from them and seated next to me is the fiance/baby daddy.The family made good use of the time in the waiting room going over plans for an outdoor wedding to be held somewhere in a park in our fair city. The tri-tip, salad and cake has been ordered. The sparkling cider and beer (for Grandpa) has been purchased too. The bride is annoyed with the fees they had to pay to the city’s Parks and Recreation Department because it is a park and they should just be able to “show up” and do whatever…like have a wedding. The conversation continues on with discussion about her dress and what the ring bearer will and will not wear. The bride’s mother reminds the groom that he needs to pick up the t-shirts that the men in the bridal party will be wearing and he grunts his agreement. Suddenly the bride/mother-to-be interrupts that she is wondering if she should make some sort of announcement to everyone at the wedding so as to insure that no one “judges” her or dares to lecture her…when she lights up a cigarette. Mother-in-law-to-be assures her that she will probably be too busy on her special day to even think of lighting up. Still the bride/mother-to-be makes it clear that no one better say anything to her if she does light up because…
wait for it because it is really good…
because ALL parents consciously make bad choices and she is a parent and this is her conscious bad choice, that is smoking while pregnant, and she is so tired of people judging her.
That is that!
Then she stands up announcing that she is going outside for a smoke.
All the while The Dixie Chicks’ White Trash Wedding was playing in my head. So for the beautiful bride, wherever you may be, I offer my congratulations, best wishes and this:
Don’t judge her, or me. Well, okay, you can perhaps judge the smoking while pregnant. I know I did. Frankly the whole conversation between this lovely family seemed so familiar…too familiar…scary familiar. Gah, I am so glad I got out of the trailer park of my white trash roots! Unfortunately, sometimes I feel like my own family is determined to get me back in there. Well, they might drag me back into that single wide but they will do it with me kicking and screaming and clinging desperately to my designer purse all the way!
Once again, congratulations to the lovely couple/family whoever you are and where ever you might be. If I see your wedding taking place in a local park while out and about around town, I will be sure to honk my congratulations your way.
Rofl! The Dixie Chicks’ song was the PERFECT compliment to this entry (and the impending wedding)
There is a show on CMT that we try to catch when it is on..Redneck Weddings. It never fails to entertain. Sounds like you got the live version, though.
::still chuckling::
My best wishes to the couple…may they be happy for seconds!
I hope her baby doesn’t end up in the nicu.
Gah, I’ve heard about women who gave up cocaine and crack, cold turkey when they found out they were pregnant. Heck, my MIL gave up smoking cold turkey (well, until each kid was about a year old, then she started again.) Then there are those, like this girl, who only think about themselves and don’t really give a crap about their unborn child. I could just cry. She has no idea how blessed she is to be carrying that child. I swear…all parents should have to go through the tests, screenings and general being under a microscope like WE did before getting to be parents.
That poor baby! Why is it that some morons get pregnant so easily when there are loving and intelligent people that are infertile?
Thanks for the laugh.
Surreal. This story sounded a lot like something from “My Name is Earl.”
Hey, is it progress if people are judging her for smoking while pregnant, and not for getting married while pregnant? (I did that myself, so I don’t judge anyone for it.)
wow. T-shirts? I’m guessing the ones that look like little tuxedos.
That’d be stylin’.
My favorite (NOT!) recent overheard conversation while pushing Hallie in the stroller past the hospital where she spent the first four months of her life went something like this:
Massively pregnant woman, mid 30s or so: “I was so annoyed that we needed to wait so long for the stupid ultrasound. Didn’t they realize that I needed a cigarette?”
Husband/boyfriend/baby daddy: “Yeah, they are so inconsiderate in that place!”
I felt like offering to take them on an immediate tour of the unit, but they’d have had to put out their smokes, what with the oxygen and all. Though I suppose they don’t mind living dangerously.
Sad truth: she’s probably going to carry to term. I hate it that this annoys me, but man does it ever.
Loved the clip, though, and the wedding does sound classy, you gotta admit.
On the bright side, at least it wasn’t crack.
Love the vision of the groom pickin’ up the t-shirts for the wedding party. Class act, this one.