Oh, · darling · ...

So. We're Married.

it was beautiful.
I'm happy, we're happy
and we just spent most of the afternoon opening presents.

Now I'm moving to ohsarahrose

I had a weird tasting coffee and now I'm kind of buzzed.

Mummy-dear, Jayne and I went down to the mall earlier.
I tried on a top that made me look both obscene and pregnant at the same time.
I tried on the smaller size and while it was still VERY low cut it made me look less pregnant and will look good with jeans and heels - so top for tonight = sorted.

I bought a new wrist strap at the 1,2,3 dollar store where I saw and fell in love with $1 flower rings. I bought a pink one and Jayne got a green one, and I think I want to go back and get the white one as well.

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Craig seems to have forgotten what it is like for me to actually get up AFTER him because when he got up at 5:45am this morning, he didn't even think that I had 40 more blissful moments of sleep coming to me, and decided that he would leave our bedroom door open.
And then take a shower and make breakfast and open and shut drawers over and over again trying to find something to wear.

When I have to get up at 5:15am (for a 7am start. yes I'm crazy) I make sure that all my clothes for the day, and any beauty products I need to look presentable at 6:30 in the morning (which is when I leave my house) are all helpfully located in the lounge. So that when my alarm goes off and I've talked myself upright, I can sneak out of the bedroom and shut the door so as to not wake the boy.

At approximately 5:55am I realised that he wasn't going to shut the door 'in a minute' (I have suchy faith in the boy) so I growled (dead sleep voice you see) out "Do you realise that I don't have to get up until 6:30?" to which he replied "oh sorry baby" and made his way out our bedroom door
AND DID NOT SHUT IT.

of course I was at that annoying stage of asleep enough that I do NOT want to move (let alone speak or bitch, or close doors) but awake enough that more noise wakes me further.
So I lay there and half-slept until 6:30 when I finally roused myself and pouted at Craig.

Tomorrow I'm getting up at 5:15am again.
I bet he didn't think about that this morning.

Pretty much everything on my "Wedding To-Do" list is crossed out.
That creeps my shit right out.
I'm So Sure that there is something I'm forgetting that I've been going over every single "checklist" I can find - to see if there is something I never even considered.

but ... nothing.

Yesterday I even tried my entire outfit on.
Jewellery, Tiara, Viel, Underwear, Dress, Shoes ...
I felt like a princess.

trying to organise the playlist for the wedding reception.

I put all the songs I wanted - it was TWELVE hours long.
At most the reception is going to be Six hours long. from 6pm til Midnight.

I made what I thought were drastic cuts. and still it's at 8 hours and 36 minutes.
damnitall.

I'm doing things very slowly and deliberatly right at this moment lest I shout or burst into tears.

or both.