(Quote from the best movie ever, Bride Wars.)
Well, it’s the final week before our wedding, and I can tell you that I don’t really feel anything close to “do or die.” I finished the last of our craft projects last week, I finished baking 115 cupcakes yesterday, all of the decorations and all of our wedding-day attire is packed into neatly labeled boxes and bags, and we even had time to thoroughly clean the house top to bottom (something that really hasn’t been done since getting engaged, because wedding stuff has been in the way every time we’ve tried).
Just a small sample of the cupcake madness that ensued at our house the past 48 hours. The other 59 cupcakes are in another giant metal pan. / Personal photo
Right now I’m pretty much feeling cool as a cucumber. Like Unicycle said the week before her wedding, I think I’m so used to the wedding being so far away that I can’t actually let myself feel excited for it yet, because I’ve programmed myself not to get too excited for it. I’m having a hard time realizing that this weekend, I get to put my dress on”¦and not take it off immediately afterward. I get to take my bouquet out”¦and actually carry it around with me. I get to put my wedding ring on”¦and wear it all day (and forever!). This weekend. This freaking weekend.
Either that, or I’m just feeling too many feelings at once that my brain doesn’t know what to do with them all, so it ignores them all and I feel nothing. Yeah, that could be it too.
The only real “fears” I’m having right now are that I’ll acquire some type of severe bodily injury, or someone important will die, or something like that, in the next five days. Or that I’ll be sick on the wedding day. I’ve already got random mystery scrapes all over my left hand (y’know, the one that will be photographed on the wedding day) that probably won’t heal by then. Oh well. I’m absolutely petrified for my solo walk down the aisle, but I know I’ll survive. I’m a little nervous about the weather, but it’s looking up—the closer we get, the nicer the forecast gets. I’m still a little nervous that it could all change by this weekend, but for now I’m settling in to the fact that yes, our outdoor ceremony will happen as planned after all.
Everything is done, everything is packed; all that’s left to do is get mani-pedis with MOH Lefty, pack the car, make frosting for the cupcakes (intentionally leaving this to the last minute so it’s fresh), and do this thing. People at work keep commenting on how calm I am—one coworker even said that I was the most calm bride-to-be he’d ever seen. My head is swirling with details right now, but other than that, I don’t see anything to be nervous or stressed about. At this point, there’s no changing anything—whatever happens happens, and that’s that.
Five more days as a single woman, hive. I cannot believe it’s almost here!
How did you feel the week before your wedding? Anyone else getting married this week? How are you feeling right now?