Kristen & Paul: Our Honeymoon

What better time than 10.5 months after to blog about your honeymoon? I mean, right? I was perusing old posts and I realized I never fulfilled my promise to explain this picture.

So in case you have been sitting on the edge of your seat for almost a year...wait no longer. (Is the sarcasm thick enough?) Let me start at the beginning.

Paul planned out a great trip to Southern California for us, and by SoCal I mean Disneyland. Obviously. Would I waste my time anywhere else?

We were so so excited. Maybe too excited, because I got super sick right off the bat. We woke up incredibly early to make our 6 a.m. flight to Cali. I think a combination of sleep deprivation (for weeks prior), not really eating much on wedding day, jitters, etc. just put me over the edge and I felt so sick. Bless Paul's heart, he had planned so many fun surprises for the first few days of the trip. And I was the sleepiest, most boring, and nauseous new bride. Sorry again, Paul! Ha

We had fun regardless. The point of this is that the first half of the week I was eating practically nothing because it all made me want to gag. Well, fast-forward to our second full day at the park. The California heat was surprisingly fierce for October, and we were unprepared.

While waiting in line to re-enter Disneyland in the late morning, I told Paul that I was feeling dizzy. (Note: this is not the first time this has happened to me, and certainly wasn't the last..maybe I'll write about that another time). He let me lean on him and we figured we could wait until we entered the gates and then find a place to sit down.

BUT! My body was too impatient for that. My eyes rolled back and I went limp and BOOM! I had fainted. Luckily my brand new husband caught me and began to lower me to the ground.

Here's the best part: As I was unconscious and limp, I vomited all down my shirt and on my pants. Niiice. Attractive. Everything you want your new spouse to see and have ingrained in their brain for time and all eternity.

After some help from a few mom tourist nurses and Disneyland crew members, I was conscious and being wheeled down Main Street to the First Aid Station.