You guys. I'm getting married two weeks from tomorrow. TWO WEEKS FROM TOMORROW!
It's very surreal.
If I get focused on something else, I forget that I'm making this HUGE life change in a couple weeks.
And then I remember and my stomach flips.
I am incredibly excited. And only a little nervous. The nerves aren't due to the actual getting married part. They're more due to I've been planning and prepping for this day for nine months and I want it to live up to my expectations.
Don't get me wrong. I know I'm going to have a great time. And it will be a perfect day because DF and I will be married. But it doesn't stop me from wanting it to go smoothly.
What's worse is the waiting. The planning is done. I have some confirmations to make, some final things to put together. But. The planning is done. So I wait. And I try to concentrate on that thing that keeps me fed and with a roof over my head. But I have trouble staying focused for longer than 30 minutes.
A couple weeks ago, I registered for a conference in June, and I registered under my married name. It was WEIRD seeing what will be my new last name.
As weird as it's going to be getting used to signing a new name. Getting used to coming always and forever as a pair. I am ready for this. This change that will be happening two weeks from tomorrow. But first, the waiting. And waiting is a bitch.