39 days and I will be married.
That is a very bizarre thought all of a sudden. I am pretty sure I will be figuring a lot of stuff out at the beginning. For instance… where is Andy going to put all of his stuff? (He brought over a lot of his kitchen stuff on Thanksgiving. It was pretty fun to go through it all and then pack up a huge box of my stuff to send off to Value Village. It was like downloading an upgrade.) But who will wash dishes? Who cleans the bathroom? Who pays which bills? Do I have to call him when I’ll be home late from work? Which side of the bed do I get to sleep on? Will his snoring rid me of sleep forever? Do I really have to take the last name Pugh? What kind of family traditions will we have?
Oye. I am super excited. I just hope I’m prepared. I hope that I can be an excellent wife. That sounds like a weird thing to say but nevertheless true. I talked with Andy’s mom last night. She is planning the rehearsal dinner. It might be nicer than the whole reception. It will be the first time I meet Andy’s dad & siblings. Yikes. I think it will be fun. Hopefully we can all break the ice and have a good time. I’m going in for my final “measurments” for my dress. It will be made next week. I am excited to finally see it. We’re having a big shower at church this Sunday. It should be fun. Andy is worried that its going to be “too big of a deal” but of course it will be! It’s our wedding and people around here are super excited.
39 days until (as Kiana said) W day… AND… 27 days until Christmas. Excellent.