Monday, February 8, 2016

Getting Married is a whirlwind...


It’s not all sunshine and rainbows like you’ve been made to believe. It is hard work. It is decision after decision and stress. It’s working more days and hours to make sure you have the money to afford it. Its nights of feeling just exhausted from it all. The fiancé and I both agree that though we will enjoy the actual day we cannot wait for it all to be over.  The planning, the decisions, the extra hours. Things have been moving along alright. We have officially booked our Photographer and videographer. We are in decision with the DJ. We have paid the second installment on the venue and we even went to a bridal show…though it was on a severe lack of sleep.

I have decided on the bridesmaids dresses which we are going for a fitting for on the 19th. I have picked and booked the Makeup and Hair. We blocked the rooms at the hotel along with setting up an after party at the Hotel as well. I’ve ordered the invites and a stamp with our return address for the invites.

So we are moving along quite nicely. However I can honestly say planning to get married is the most stressful thing. Not the payments, not preparing to share my life with the fiancé, not even the fact that it’s in approximately 5 months. What’s stressful is everyone else. Its coordinating days off with appointments needed. It’s everyone expecting specific times and dates from you. Its people asking for things before you even have them. Its people constantly asking you questions. Its people constantly having opinions they want to force down your throat about what you are, should or shouldn’t be doing.

I have gone far lengths to try and ensure my bridal party doesn’t pay too much for services the day of the wedding. Unfortunately when you connect wedding to anything the price skyrockets. So of course I was stressing myself out to the point of crying worrying about what they would have to pay. And as it is one of my girls felt it was too much to spend but instead of telling me outright I had to hear through someone else that she was not going to go with the services. Which honestly I totally understand and don’t mind, except for the fact that though I sent her multiple texts she never reached out to tell me herself. Then on top of that my flower girl’s mother is driving me slightly batty. I was driving myself crazy trying to save her money in any way possible due to the fact that the girls are flower girls from my cousins wedding this same year, as well as the little one is having her communion. I figured, two birds one stone, her mother could just use her dress twice with a sash I would purchase from the same company that my bridesmaids will be purchasing their dresses. However no matter how many times I have said that she won’t tell me yes or no.

Honestly stress wise I haven’t been too terribly bad but every time she texts me I get super stressed. And I understand for her maybe it is a constant thought but quite frankly, considering my bridesmaids don’t even have their dresses yet, and invites haven’t even been sent yet, what the girls are going to be wearing is the least of my worries. Not to mention the fact that these girls grow, and they grow quick. So I know that buying them a dress too early would not work so I just don’t have it in me to worry about it at this moment. So I sent their mother the link to the place where I am getting the bridesmaids dresses. I hadn’t originally wanted too because it’s costly but due to the fact that she seems intent on knowing something now I figured she could look at them online and if she liked them then that is what they will be getting.

Anyway the closer it gets to the wedding the happier I am about getting married to my best friend but also the more stressful things seem to get. And on top of it we are both trying to study for exams to further or careers, as well as my birthday is steadily approaching. Two years ago I started this journey to 30 and it’s going to soon be upon me.

So many life changes within two years and so many to come. Honestly I cannot wait.      

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