3. The Sober Wedding
No booze, dad dancing and trying to find something vaguely glam to wear, how will Rosalind Sack survive her first wedding as a mum to be?
Turns out, I've never felt quite so self-conscious on the dancefloor, yet it was fascinating – and cheek-achingly hilarious – to witness the high spirits being enjoyed around me. Glasses sloshing with red wine and spilling down white shirts, wildly uncontrollable dancers wiping out anyone within a five-metre radius, and an older friend of the family – who I'd watched struggling to stand for quite some time – careering to the floor like a felled tree.
At this point, I did feel a little smug.
Not so smug the next morning, though.
My new-found feelings of pregnancy-induced fatigue have meant recovering from revelries now takes several days, and those familiar feelings of nausea have stayed strong. In fact, it’s all felt rather like a hangover. Now where's the fairness in that?!