Gone Prompt Stupid

So, I'm not really keen on the term "Bridal Brain". It sounds simultaneously like a justification for doing whatever you want (but I'm the BRIDE!!!!) and condescending.

Unfortunately, I find myself in the curious state of having gone stupid. In the last two weeks I have tried to mail a box I did not put a new address on, texted the totally wrong Jen - even though one I texted lists her last name in my phone, and now opened a shower present my sister had shipped to my office. It went like this: I returned from lunch to find a soft package on my desk. I looked at it for a minute trying to remember what the hell I had ordered. When I couldn't figure it out, I opened it. So I'm looking at this apron trying to figure out if I ordered it or what happened. Then I'm looking at the packing slip and am really confused as to why my sister's name is on it. Literally wondering how something she ordered for herself ended up at my office. Duuuhhhhh.

Strangely Calm

I'm a little weirded out by how calm I'm feeling. It almost worries me that I'm not more worried. Yeah, there's plenty to keep me busy still but I'm not stressed out about it.

My Dress...

Is spectacular.

I went for the final fitting last night and brought it home. It was always very pretty, but now that it fits... Wow. I love it.

Things are Coming Together!

After some brutal bachelorette recovery, I was feeling pretty bad about wasting Sunday.

But, I still feel like things are coming together and like things aren't just going to be fine but great. I'm really getting excited!

Update on Grant

My friend's little boy who had heart surgery this week is doing awesome. He's certainly still pretty sedated and on a lot of pain medication but things are going as well as can be expected. They're steadily removing lines and tubes and he's looking more like a regular sleeping child each day. And, the Ronald McDonald House organization and all of its supporters are taking great care of his parents.

It warms my heart to know that they're doing okay.

No One is Coming to Our Party

I just had the cold, cold realization that we invited 205 people and only 110 people are coming. Kind of makes me feel like a fool for working so hard on all of this and spending all of this money and going through all of the stress for so many people to not care to come. Well here's a little secret: it's going to be so kickass. If you didn't want to be there, we didn't want you anyways.

Perspective

After the kind of weekend that left me in a frustrated, "For crying out loud people, you're adults, act like it and handle it!" mess (For example: one person in a certain couple has a 50/50 chance of being able to make it so they would like to RSVP as one because 'he doesn't eat much' and then I'm supposed to remember that one means two and I should save him a seat. People, I can't keep track of 200 people's crazy business. Decide if you're coming or not and stick with it.), I'm working on remembering that this is small change in the grand scheme. A friend of mine from high school had a son born with a slew of medical issues - essentially, his body simply duplicated the right side of all of his organs. He essentially has two right lungs, no spleen, etc. The worst of it is that his heart duplicated the right side. He has defied the odds and after something like five surgeries in his first two years, he's now in the last major planned surgery until he gets much older.

Now, I've never been the type to say that just because other people have mountains you don't have molehills and you should feel bad about being upset over your molehills but still, reading her blog about preparing for the surgery and the anticipated recovery for a poor little kid who's too small to really understand why and today's updates as the surgery progresses really reminds me that while, yes, this other stuff of mine needs to get done, dealing with all of it is super small change compared to the really hard stuff.