5 Days

5 days until the wedding.

7 days until I am on a massage table in my suite for the honeymoon.

Some random thoughts going through my head:

My bedroom looks like a party store gone wrong.

My living room is crowded with a giant cooler (left over from Ty's bachelor party) and a big cardboard box filled with shot glasses.

I look like a zombie because I can't sleep and then once I do fall asleep I have nightmares about the stupidest things.

I realized this morning that I could completely refurnish my entire apartment with what we are paying for people to eat and drink.

Ty is getting crabby and stressed.

I am getting anxious and giddy all at the same time.  It is very confusing.

I am not sure if we have luggage...

While packing this Friday, I will also be having Whimzy's teachers come over for her parent-teacher home conference.  Should be interesting.

I am seriously nervous about having all of this attention focused on me.

Whimzy has been wonderful the last few days and seems to know that I need cuddles. 

I get to do this crazy, stressful, expensive thing surrounded by the most amazing people to ever exist.

I really am marrying him.  Finally.

I have a crazy headache.

I still have to write the unity ceremony.

 

 

Ugh. 

I am excited.  Don't get me wrong.

I am just overwhelmed and nervous.

Not nervous about marrying Ty, but about the actual event.

Murphy's Law!