This thread will record my gradual descent into wedding-hysteria. I was actually going to start it yesterday, and call it “One month until my wedding. Help!”, or something like that, but I forgot.
Anyway, I’m getting married in one month- December 28th- and so I think I’ll spend the next month watching nervously for snow. We aren’t allowed to have snow until after all the out-of-towners fly in, you see.
My manager gave me permission to have occasional panic attacks at work, so that’s good, even though I work in retail, which is not a good place to have panic attacks near Christmas. I think I’ll have my first one today, after all the extra boxes are delivered.
Oh, yeah- all the big details except the organist and flowers are finished. We still haven’t figured out where to put all the young, poor student types who are flying in. I guess there’s still room in my parent’s basement.
I’m not really nervous about the actual being-married bit. We had considerable problems with the premarital counselling, so we’re both suitably grateful that this is actually happening- two months ago, it looked like it might not- and having had to fight for it, we’re both pretty sure about it. The inchoate, trembling nervousness I feel today comes from looking out at the sleet outside (see the bit about ‘no snow’ above), worrying about finding an organist, worrying about plane crashes etc. Oh, well.
As I think I’ve mentioned, we’re going to Ottawa for the honeymoon (our wedding’s in Toronto) and taking 20 or so of our closest friends with us for a big New Year’s party and general hanging out.
Anyway, if anyone’s still reading, there’s too much to do, and I’ve suddenly realized that time is running out. Gah. I’m panicking.
