Bad Bride

Yep, it's official--I'm a bad bride (also, apparently, a bad blogger).

I don't know about other brides, but I'm just ready for the stress and hoopla to be over. Admittedly, we've gotten most things done. But still...months ago when we were touring reception sites, I thought the wedding coordinator at the Sheraton who told me that wedding planning is a full-time job was crazy. It turns out, she wasn't.

It seemed like there weren't so many things to do...ceremony place, reception place, music, cake, food. HAHAHAHA. Excuse my slightly hysterical laughter.

There's also napkin and table covering choice, first dance songs, processional order for the reception, ceremony song choices (there are more of them than you think), going through books and books of invitations, wedding dress and all the many accompaniments (special underwear, sparkly headband, veil, shoes, earrings...), bridal portraits, wedding favors (sticking personalized labels on candy is NOT FUN), bridesmaid gifts, rehearsal dinner plans....

And of course, navigating the familial minefield that makes up mine and Brian's life. I won't go into it...I may need a flowchart and a heavy dose of therapy.

Honestly....I'm getting married because I'm looking forward to the marriage (well, most days...sometimes I think I'll miss having my own apartment, not to mention bed). It seems to me, given the many bridal magazines I've looked at and of course, liberal doses of Sex and the City, that most women that get married do it because they're looking forward to the wedding. No wonder so many people get divorced.

Here's hoping my wedding dread results in a fabulous marriage.