Hm, So I guess I never updated this post-ceremony. Like I said, we went up to Nottingham for it, because a) it was available, and b) was a place that had meaning for us. We both went to Uni there, and started living together there after I arrived on my T4 visa.
Apart from some hassle at our hotel, the pouring down rain, and the registrar in training making it awkward to fill in our paperwork (She couldn't comprehend that J has no father. Sure, he was conceived somehow, but if he's never met his dad, then why should that man's name be on OUR piece of paper), and the 80 year old man who interrupted mid-ceremony (just after the "speak now/forever hold your peace" bit, lol!), we had a fantastic day!
The whole thing was a lot more meaningful than I thought it would be. We didn't choose what to do about our vows until halfway through the train ride up, but apparently J had already jotted some notes down the week before. He nailed it. I on the other hand, panicked and fumbled my way through it, promising him kitkat chunky peanutbutters for life. The lady performing the ceremony actually teared up a bit too-- So I suppose our love for one another is quite touching?
But yeah, we got to catch up with friends, say our vows, hit the post office to send everything off, celebrated with some bubbly drinks at our favorite pub around the corner from where we lived, and went out to dinner. We woke up the next morning (my birthday!), went down to Leicester to celebrate his Mum's bday which was the day before (but we were a bit busy!), and acted like nothing happened.
I still refer to him as my Boyfriend/Other Half/Better Half/The J-Dog/etc, but somehow feel more secure in our relationship, if that makes sense. Nothing's changed with how we interact, but, hm, I guess it's hard to explain. I guess I know that I get to keep him. Forever. And that's satisfying.