And I'm so grumpy. Grumpy enough that I worry that I'm going to make future husband not want to marry me, which makes me even more stressed and even more grumpy and I end up caught in a cycle of grumpiness and eating too damn much. It's so stupid. I know that drinking water helps me. I like drinking water. I'm very weird in that I prefer it at room temperature, but I can happily drink 3l of it a day. When I'm stressed I drink fizzy juice instead. That's bad. Similarly, I know that knocking the stress out in the gym is a good thing. I like the gym when I get there. I feel great afterwards. When I'm stressed, I can't make myself go.
I've got a few days off to relax and chill. I'm munching the yummy cupcakes delivered by my cupcake maker yesterday. When she said she'd make us up a couple of designs so we could decide what we want, I thought she'd bring 4, not 12. And errrm, when she delivered them, she interupted us having a bit of intimate couple time, and I had to answer the door in my dressing gown at 2pm and she totally knew. Blush and cringe. Why do people always come to the door when we're having sex? At least it wasn't as bad as the time his mum came around, midway through an impromptu couch session and I thought it was door to door sales so just hid under a blanket, and then she came in and stayed for ages and I was sweltering under the blanket, saying I couldn't get up cause I'd hurt my back.
We've finally got the invitations back, written, addressed (well, those that I'm not waiting for people to get back to me with addresses on ), and the postal ones have been posted. The others are waiting to be hand-delivered as soon as future husband decides he wants to get off his cute bottom and deliver them.
I'm annoyed with the
Days til the wedding: 73 (how did it get to be July already?)
Level of madness: High (but only cause of stupid venues increasing prices and making me feel like an idiot).