Days to go: 46
My body is not being kind to me, so I’m going to have a moan. I spent the whole of last night running back and forth to the bathroom as my body decided to subject itself to a little bit (well, A LOT) of food poisoning. It’s like my body is trying to get everything it can out of the way before the wedding. I’ve never had food poisoning before, I’d also never had shingles before this year… I don’t understand why now has to be the time to experience these things!
All this health stuff is putting a dampener for me on the lead up to the wedding. I’ve been so excited for such a long time but now I’m at the point where I’d rather just be married already than be waiting 46 days to be. It feels as if I don’t have the strength to carry on with everything at the moment… and I just want it to be over.
It’s not all sweetness and light this planning a wedding lark, as I’m sure you veterans know. I’m am really starting to annoy myself, too. Every other sentence that leaves my lips has the word ‘wedding’ in it, and frankly I’m actually boring myself. I spent my lunch break yesterday conscious of opening my mouth as infrequently as possible so not to say anything about the wedding. This all ended in me telling the absolutely most boring story you’ll ever hear, about how when Richard was making a combination of two loaves in our bread maker, and chose the wrong setting, so the bread came out very doughy and wasn’t very enjoyable to eat.
Is this what my life is going to be like after the wedding? Bread makers?
I am going to call this period preceding the wedding ‘Wedding Limbo’. It’s that time when you can’t be bothered with the waiting any more, when you just want it over and done with, when you’d rather just be married already than go through the day that has been on your mind for months and is now more a hindrance than something to look forward to.
What’s unfortunate for me is that right now, Richard is the most excited he’s ever been. And rather him telling me to stop talking about making table plans because there’s over a year to go until the day, he’s suggesting we get a move on! I’m a bad wife-to-be.
