Around my second month of wedding planning, waist deep into wedding brochures, websites, packages, and binders, I started combing about for a photographer. In terms of how rankings go, the photographer fell significantly above the florist, way below the caterer, and very near the dress seamstress. In other words, wedding photos hovered around a 55-60% on the Wedding Scale. They mattered enough that I was willing to take the time out of my life to track one down and meet with her but not enough to flip out if anything went down on the day. After all, anyone who has Insta considers himself or herself to be a master of photography. If worse comes to worst, I'd convince a guest at the wedding to take the photos and then filter the heck out of them.
Nevertheless, I ended up meeting with Stacey from Stacey K Photo one day at Panera. She was chill enough to deal with my passive, indecisive, clueless attitude on weddings but serious enough that I knew she would get the job done. I asked her questions printed from a script on the Knot's website; she answered the questions, and it was a done deal. I had myself a photographer. Or so I thought.
Around the fifth month of wedding planning, neck high in wedding brochures, websites, packages, binders, appointments, and planning, I decided to touch base with the photographer like my binder demanded that I do except the binder told me that I should have done that about a month ago. The binder is a real bitch sometimes. I contacted Stacey and knew I was in trouble when the first line from her reply began like this: "Lauren, so good to hear from you again but…" "No, Stacey, no! Don't leave me like this!" Now, what was to follow that line would have been a lot worse to people who are, how do I say this, normal. People who are normal. However, all I saw are dolla dolla bills, yo. $$$$. Stacey was announcing to me that she was pregnant. With twins. Due on June 20. How convenient, June 20th was also my wedding day. If I decided to stay with her company, she would provide back up photographers for me and a $700 discount. Ummm, sign me up please. It took me all of two seconds to determine that I was sticking with her. But there was one problem.
My mom made a trip down to North Carolina during the ninth month of wedding planning when I might have been literally drowning in wedding brochures, websites, packages, binders, appointments, planning, phone calls, and emails. Each time my mom made a visit, she had an agenda of what were going to do during her stay. "Lauren, I want to meet with the photographer." Oh yes, the problem was that I HADN'T TOLD MY MOM THAT MY PHOTOGRAPHER IS PREGNANT WITH TWINS AND DUE ON THE DAY OF THE WEDDING! I grinned. I laughed. I stammered. I joked.
"Well, you see, Mom, what had happened was thatstaceyispregnantwithtwinsandtheyaredueneartheweddingdayandshemightnotbeabletomakeitbutshesgivingmeabigdiscount," I finally managed to sputter out, hoping she didn't catch that last part. "But she thinks she is going to have the babies early!!" I throw out in a last ditch effort.
Mom was surprisingly okay with the news. She was by no means thrilled, but fire did not rage from her eyes either. In fact, three miracles occurred within two days of my delivering this news to my mom. 1.) Baby number one was born healthy. 2.) Baby number two was born healthy. And most importantly 3.) My photographer was able to make the wedding. Was it odd that I felt weirdly disappointed that I no longer would get the discount? Just kidding (kind of), Stacey K did a super job!