I was knocked up when hubby proposed- didn't matter, as we'd talked about getting married for a long time (not 18 years, though!).
I was the kind of girl that heaves for 8 months, it turns out, and I was sick most moments until I had our daughters.
He wanted it to be perfect, but that moment wasn't ever around. So: He got down on one knee during the finale of the Fourth of July fireworks. I was as nauseous as you can be without blowing up right at that moment, but it's one of the best memories of my life, despite already knowing we'd marry someday. It was precious. I'll treasure that memory always.
The fact that I felt like crap just washes away when I think of how nervous he was (Why!?!? Like I'd say, "No!"??) and how sweet the whole thing was! No ring. Just an honest feeling of love and a moment of pure desire to spend the rest of our lives together. Love that man.
I hope she feels better, and I hope you guys get your moment together, to have that blissful moment you can both look back on- despite knowing you'll be together- despite having BEEN together- I hope you share it the same way we do.
Happy new year!!