9 Months from Yesterday...

...I’ll officially be a Mrs. Kind of a crazy, exciting, overwhelming, and surreal thought.

And you know with all of those emotions lumped into one already overly sensitive, anxiety prone person you get…MAJOR PANIC!

I’m panicking over anything and everything. Seriously. (Commence inner monologue) Why won’t the ink dry properly on the sample pages I’ve ordered? Should we invest in a laser printer for all the DIY paper products I plan to tackle or is that unnecessary? Am I even crafty enough to pull all this off? What if no one shows up? What if everyone shows up and we don’t have enough room or food or alcohol. Oh God we can’t run out of alcohol or everyone will think our party’s lame! Maybe we are lame. Maybe we should just head over to the JOP and flee the country for a month afterwards. But then I’d need to get my passport renewed now. And the wrath I’d incur from the rents would so not be worth it. Plus, I want a big-ish, beautiful, memorable wedding surrounded by all our friends and family. But how am I gonna invite them if this damn ink WON’T DRY!!!

(So maybe that’s not so much my “inner monologue” as me rambling like a wild banchee with the Boo doing his best not to club me lifeless out of sheer annoyance.)

Now I know that in the end none of this will matter. In the end he and I will be married. I’ll be his wife and he’ll be my husband and really that’s all that matters.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t teeter dangerously on the brink of sanity for the remaining 9 months.

(Really. Just watch me.)