By this time next week Jeremy and I will be married. We'll be eating our food and thanking God that I didn't pass out at the altar. *grin* I'm a tad nervous about the whole ceremony. Me, seven months pregnant, standing at the altar through an hour long mass? I hope everything goes well. I had a dream last night that we were at the rehearsal and the wedding coordinator was saying all these crazy things about how the whole thing would go and she wouldn't listen to me and I started crying. Dreams are strange.

Jeremy and I are very nervous about the wedding. Not about getting married, but standing up there in front of everyone. What if we forget something we are supposed to do? What if things don't go the way they are supposed to go? Having one rehearsal two days before the wedding doesn't seem like enough time to learn the whole "routine." I'm sure it will be fine, but we can't help but be a little nervous on top of all of our excitement.

I'm a worrier.. I know that. I get it from my mother. I'm already thinking about all the work that I will have to do after the wedding -- getting my social security card changed, my drivers license, my information at work, at my doctors office, etc.. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.