The Honeymoon

The months leading up to our wedding were a bit … “prickly” for Chris and I.  We usually get along really well and don’t fight often, I think it’s because we communicate pretty good and call each other out when we’re being assholes. (Is that good relationship advice or what? Maybe I’ll write a book.) But that last month before the wedding was rough. We were at each others throats constantly. (Chris doesn’t read my blog usually, hoping he doesn’t start today)… It was just a stressful time full of emotions and opinions. And so there was a moment when I worried we’d spend 12 days on our honeymoon just bickering.

But I’m happy to report it was the exact opposite. So if you’re about a month from getting married and are wondering why you and your significant other are fighting like school children, don’t fret! It’s completely normal! … Right? I hope so. I’m here to tell you it is.

Our honeymoon was absolutely blissful. Never have we been on a vacation before that was as relaxing and enjoyable as it was. I don’t mean to boast, it was just truly that good. We didn’t make honeymoon friends because we had the best time just the two of us. We’re that dorky couple who came home with tons of inside honeymoon jokes and honeymoon nicknames that we still occasionally bring up today. I don’t want to say we talked in accents to each other the the entire time… but we did. Australian, English, Irish, we covered it all because we’re that lame.

We left the Monday after our wedding and treated ourselves to First Class on the flight over. Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you mimosas that you get to drink before takeoff and to me that equals happiness. Also it was only $40 to upgrade! Best $40 of my life. I saw how the other half lives, and it’s a lot better than the rest of us peasants. I ate a crab cake Benedict in the air and I relished in every moment of it.

I nearly exploded when the woman sitting behind me complained to the flight attendant that her mimosa was served in plastic and not glass. The audacity! If ever I’ve heard a privileged complaint before… C’mon Lady, be less terrible. I’ve drank a mimosa from a trash can before. Literally. It was called college. And the drink was actually called Mop Water. But that’s a post for another time.

Anyway, our first stop was Antigua. And this is the part of the post where I apologize to those of you who have so kindly reached out to me to ask about honeymoon specifics. I am usually not this awful at responding and I really do apologize, worky work has just been a little intense lately.

So for the time being, I’m going to share some very honeymoony pics and then I’ll be back later to share details on our resort on what we did/what I suggest.

Suggestion 1: wear your cute honeymoon clothes right at the start. Because at the end the only thing you’ll fit into are the yoga pants you brought… Let’s just say we didn’t hold back when it came to food. We were pretty gross.

Chris really embraced his new role as Instagram-Husband and I love him dearly for it! Just wait, there’s even more pics you’re sure to LOVEEEEE. Also, he tans pretty well, huh?

I’ll be back with all the deets on this place. Would I suggest it for a honeymoon? For sure. If you have specific questions ask me below so I can answer tomorrow.