The Final Countdown....

Seriously, that's a song. Ten bucks to anyone who can name that band!

I bought shoes for my wedding dress. I was going to either find a picture of them online or take a picture of them and post them here, mostly because I love that they're sparkly and I kind of want to show them off, but I can't remember what brand they are, nor do I want to brave the cold and go out to my car to get them (I left them in there so I wouldn't forget to bring them to my first fitting on Thursday). I hate winter.

Tonight the fiance and I had a meeting with the catering director at the hotel where we're having our wedding. We picked the menu, talked about decorations, saw a rough idea of what the layout of the reception will look like. And while all of that is very fun and pretty exciting, I'm also starting to panic a little bit. See, all of the things we had been not stressing we just hadn't been doing. Mostly because they didn't need to be done yet. Ok, and we actually cut a lot of stuff out (i.e., favors) which has saved us a lot of hassle, but now we're to the point where we really can't avoid things anymore. The invitations HAVE to go out within the next 2 weeks. I really do HAVE to decide what I want for our centerpieces. The fiance really does HAVE to go figure out what he and the groomsmen are wearing.

I'm also starting to freak out about little things, like how I'm going to look in my dress. Ok, so I haven't exactly been the most dedicated gym-goer (and in my defense, up until mid-December, things were just too crazy to make it a habit. After that it's been pure laziness), but all of a sudden, I'm super-worried about my arm fat or the lack of definition in my shoulders. Most people know that for the most part, I've always been fine with my weight and the way I look. Sure, I can't fit into my favorite pair of jeans from college, but I certainly don't think I look bad. I just think I'll look bad in my wedding dress. See? Crazy is finally starting to set in. And I thought I might actually be luckly enough to be the only bride to escape such nonsense.

(I am being just a tad over-dramatic here, by the way)

All things considered though, I am super excited that the wedding is coming together. I've tried not to let the whole planning thing consume my life because I've heard lots of other brides talk about how depressed they get when it's all over and they suddenly have lots of free time and nothing to do with it, but I can already tell that I'll be a little sad when it's over. I've been looking forward to it for so long, and while I'm ecstatic to finally be married to the most wonderful guy in the world (cue cheesy music), I'm afriad it'll go by so fast I won't really get to enjoy it. Planning it has kind of been like my extra time to savor it, you know?

I'm off to have a glass of wine and cuddle up to the fiance for warmth. Just when I was starting to enjoy spring in January.....damn winter.