almost there
at this point I've had every panic I can up until the actual day of the wedding.
last week I realized I can't even count months to the wedding, I'm counting weeks. I hyperventilated for a moment, and now I've accepted it.
my mom told me tonight that she's anxious, and she hasn't had to do anything. she realizes that I've planned this whole thing myself, mainly because my "wedding planner" has been MIA this whole time and not returning phone calls or emails. if she's actually doing what she says she's doing, we're going to have 2 of everything at the wedding. but I've told her that I'm doing everything because I have no idea if she's doing anything. oh well. c'est la vie!
so I'm still not sleeping, and I've begun losing hair. not enough to be noticeable to anyone who hasn't seen our apartment, or me brushing or washing my hair, but I'm hoping there's enough left to not force me to buy a wig so I have something to style at the wedding. luckily I had a lot of it to begin with.
at this point the details are taken care of, the invitations are out (late because there was a "mix up" on the part of the company I ordered from and I paid $125 to rush them and get them a week before they said I would, instead of a month before like is supposed to happen when you have them "rushed"), and most people have figured out what to do with the response cards. I'm almost there. I'm almost at the end point.
WH's cousin, my God-send, has told me that every time I panic, just remember why I'm doing this. if I freak out the day of, or the night before, just remember the point of it all. I'm in love with this amazing man. even if he wasn't mine, he'd still be an amazing man. but he loves me back and he's mine, and he wants to be mine forever.
as of March 25, this will all be worth it. every freaking minute of it.
last week I realized I can't even count months to the wedding, I'm counting weeks. I hyperventilated for a moment, and now I've accepted it.
my mom told me tonight that she's anxious, and she hasn't had to do anything. she realizes that I've planned this whole thing myself, mainly because my "wedding planner" has been MIA this whole time and not returning phone calls or emails. if she's actually doing what she says she's doing, we're going to have 2 of everything at the wedding. but I've told her that I'm doing everything because I have no idea if she's doing anything. oh well. c'est la vie!
so I'm still not sleeping, and I've begun losing hair. not enough to be noticeable to anyone who hasn't seen our apartment, or me brushing or washing my hair, but I'm hoping there's enough left to not force me to buy a wig so I have something to style at the wedding. luckily I had a lot of it to begin with.
at this point the details are taken care of, the invitations are out (late because there was a "mix up" on the part of the company I ordered from and I paid $125 to rush them and get them a week before they said I would, instead of a month before like is supposed to happen when you have them "rushed"), and most people have figured out what to do with the response cards. I'm almost there. I'm almost at the end point.
WH's cousin, my God-send, has told me that every time I panic, just remember why I'm doing this. if I freak out the day of, or the night before, just remember the point of it all. I'm in love with this amazing man. even if he wasn't mine, he'd still be an amazing man. but he loves me back and he's mine, and he wants to be mine forever.
as of March 25, this will all be worth it. every freaking minute of it.
posted by nakedbride at 4:49 AM
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