Holy shit!!! Tomorrow, we will have just 7 months until the wedding. That gives me a month to get the invitations finished and hand them over to my mother to send out. We’re running so behind with our plans it is unreal…. We need to get our butts to the jewellers, the suit hire place and the Reverend’s for a meeting. I just don’t feel like it is going to come together if I am honest. I’m scared, I’m nervous, I’m absolutely terrified I won’t lose enough weight to fit into my dress.
The time just seems to be flying… I’ve got a terrible feeling that time is only going to start passing more quickly over the next few months. How did we get from 14 months until the wedding to half that time?
We did have loads of plans to go ring hunting and Reverend meeting and suit measuring on Hubby-to-be’s last days off, but he got called into work on the first one; we spent the night at A & E on the second day and then we just seemed to have no more time. His next days off are Friday and Sunday… Thursday night he is on nights, which mean that he will most likely sleep through the better part of Friday. Sunday, it’s not really the best day of the week to arrange a meeting with the Reverend, nor visit a closed suit hire place. This means we have at 12 days until his next day off that we can make use off.
Over the next few days, I’m going to concentrate on writing out our hymn list, mentally planning the favours, and organising my thoughts into coherent sentences and generally trying to distress.
I know everything will come together, it just feels good to get it all out…