And it was time to put on my dress…

Everything was ready, the photographers left so I could put on the dress (unlike here in the US, in Brazil the photographers don’t hang out and take pictures of you getting dressed).

But no worries, because Margaret had her camera ready!

Karena and Nanubia helped tie me up — it wasn’t easy, I kept complaining how it was too tight and I couldn’t breathe or that my boobs were falling out.

I even still had a clip on my hair holding the bang up!

Karena then took over camera duties, while they convinced me that my boobs weren’t falling out after all and we settled for the looser fitting (there was no way I was going to wear a too tight dress all night, that’s for sure!).

The photographers came back and took one last picture of my hair, before the veil went up (have I mentioned how much I LOVED my hair?  Just loved it).

Nanubia and Margaret helped me put my shoes on (I couldn’t really bend over that much!) while Karena went to get dressed.

Nikki (who took my amazing engagement pictures — if you’re in DC, I highly recommend her) came over for a quick hello before heading over to the lobby to grab the shuttle to the church.

And it was time to put on the veil.  Remember, up until this point, I wasn’t nervous at all.  I kept wondering when it was going to hit me.  When I started doing my hair?  Nope.  Makeup?  Nope.  When the photographers arrived?  Nope.  When I got my bouquet?  Nope.

This, this was the time my heart started beating faster and the reality of the day really hit me…

That smile you see?  HOLY CRAP I’M GETTING MARRIED IN A COUPLE OF HOURS!!!

(By the way, I bought my veil from Etsy, at a fraction of the price the stores were charging.  I highly recommend Marisol Aparicio, she was such a sweetheart, and even let me exchange the veil from one size to the other and from white to ivory, refusing any offer for more payment from me, aside from shipping.  I bet she thought I was a pain in the ass, but if she did, she never showed it.  If you are looking for a veil, or know anyone who is, check out her etsy shop.)

And I was ready.  And nervous.  And anxious.

It was time to go take a few pictures before heading out to the church.  To get married!!!  OMG, I’m getting married!

Eventually they convinced me that my boobs weren’t falling off after all and we settled for the looser fitting (there was no way I was going to wear a too tight dress all night, that’s for sure!).