My wedding is 160 days away. I know this:

a) because I have signed up for a few wedding websites so that I get the free planning tools, and they prominently display this dwindling number every time that I log in.

b) because I can’t seem to sleep in to a decent hour these days and instead lie in bed thinking of seating plans, colour schemes, and wedding dresses (no, I don’t have my dress yet. Yes, that stresses me out).

I asked Charles yesterday if I was turning into a Bridezilla. He said just a bit. But since I don’t always quite know when he is kidding, I had to ask him again whether he *really* thought I was turning into one. His silence confirmed his thoughts.

I thought that hiring a wedding planner would make me stress out less, but so far it has just let me stress about different things.


Previously (A for effort?)