The Prenuptial Project: No room for error with countdown in double digits
We have finally hit the 100 day mark.
I almost can’t believe it. And my calm, cool and collected fiance has finally cracked.
“We’re not ready,” he told me the other night.
He’s not wrong, but he seems to have forgotten his role in all of this, which is to be extremely optimistic — more importantly, to keep me from having a breakdown.
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. We aren’t ready. I’m not ready. But what can I do in this time-frame to make myself ready?
Having a panic attack is probably not the answer, but I’ve had a few of them anyway.
Now that we are down to double digits, it’s really crunch time. So many decisions still need to be made, and even as I sit here writing this column, I am reminded again that I haven’t called the cake shop.
I suddenly feel like I have no room for error. I don’t think I ever did have any room, but now it just seems more real.
What if there is something wrong with the invitations?
When am I going to find time to address both shower and wedding invitations?
These are the types of questions that keep me up at night.
We still need to pick out favors, hors d’oeuvres and decorations for the ceremony.
I look at my planner every day, and I’m reminded of the laundry list of smaller items too.
What outfit are you going to wear for the shower, bachelorette party, rehearsal … ?
It goes on and on.
I’m getting to point where I need to prioritize what decisions need to be made in advance, and what, despite what my planner’s timeline says, can wait.
Do we need to order our wedding bands as soon as possible?
We most certainly do.
Do I need to figure out what outfit I’m wearing to my shower a full two months ahead of the affair?
But, we need to finish our registry, and we need to settle on flower arrangements and place cards and start a seating chart.
Suddenly, I’m buried in this mountain of to-do lists and phone calls to make and things to get done. I’m drowning, and somehow I need to figure out how to swim.
I’m also nervous about how my emotions and nerves will affect those around me. I never want to be a Bridezilla (not that I think anyone wants to be), but my stress has an ugly was of manifesting itself and sometimes I’m not always in control of that.
I’m hoping that being aware of that is a good thing, but it seems that only time will tell.
Reach Brigid Edmunds at 570-991-6113 or on Twitter @brigidedmunds.
Editor’s note: Brigid Edmunds is a reporter and paginator for the Times Leader and Weekender. When she’s not working, she’s busy planning her upcoming nuptials to fiance Mikey Lawrence.
If you’re a bride-to-be, recently got married or a vendor and would like to offer advice for brides, email her at [email protected]
Her column, The Prenuptial Project, will run twice a month in Weekender.