Feb 13, 2008 14:21
Okay, maybe I'm starting to freak a little, from time to time. Perhaps that's why my box of wedding stuff is still sitting downstairs, rather than upstairs and on its designated shelf, as it should be.
Why am I starting to freak, you ask? Well.
We're at the stage of looking at and ordering invitations. You know, I think that might be enough said right there.
It's not the reality aspect of ordering invitations. It's more the fear that no one will come. Or that not enough people will come and, to meet our minimum, we'll be paying for people who aren't there. Or that too many people will come -- that all the relatives I can't recall ever seeing will want to be there, and all of Teem's family will come from across the country, and we'll have dozens more people than we're expecting to pay for....
I try not to dwell on it, but the fear is there. Almost constantly. And I don't think there's any way to make it go away, because it's actually quite rational -- wedding attendance is just like that.
Feh.
Despite that, things are good. We *are* looking at invitations, and Kristin's arranged limos for us (we just need to finalize things), and we have our photographer, and cake issues are in motion. But this next step has me very on edge.
Okay, breathe....
angst