this is not a wedding blog. it's not, i promise. it's just that i'm getting married next week. i'm not nervous, or stressed or freaking out (why do people keep asking us that??). but it's still kind of a big event to plan. i'm totally on it though, don't worry. however...
for just a moment i'm going to share with you all of the irrational thoughts that have been reeling through my mind in regards to this whole shebang.
first off. my arms. i think about them every day. i wonder why i didn't take my mother up on her offer at my last fitting when she said "oh, i know a great exercise for that!" sometimes i stand in front of the mirror and practice poses that don't make me look like hulk (after he gave up going to the gym that is).
dear god - my final fitting. i worry i won't fit into my dress. i know, you are saying "you're craaazy, it'll all work out!" but mark my words, this fear is in fact not irrational. it is a very real possibility.
now here's where things get really disturbing: i worry that i will trip on the sidewalk, smack my face, and have a giant scab on my wedding day after spending umpteenth amount of dollars on a photographer. i worry that i will break a nail after sort of successfully growing them for the first time in my life. i worry that we will go to get our marriage license and there will be some major thing we were supposed to do, or we forgot our id or we don't have enough time to process the paper work. i worry that my father will trip on my dress as we walk down the aisle. i worry that it will rain and we have nowhere to take pictures. i worry that it will all be over and i won't know what to do with myself. i worry that i will keep looking at wedding blogs after the fact and think "damn, i wish i'd thought of that."