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If wedding talk makes you want to eat your own arm just for something better to do, then this post probably isn’t for you. Go browse kitten videos instead; I ain’t judging. 

So: wedding. 

Total honesty: I have recently felt a teensy tiny bit bored of planning a wedding. Like have we been doing this for approx. 4589745789 years? Yes, yes we have.  

We are… on top of everything. No seriously. Sure, the to-do list is long, but not overwhelmingly so. It’s mostly been ticked off bit by bit without that much effort. I guess I imagined it to be a bit more all-consuming...?  

This has led to a lull that I wasn’t expecting. The moment the new year rang in, I was absolutely ready for everything to crank up a notch but in truth, it didn’t, and we’ve had to adjust ourselves to having more time than we expected. And naturally for a while, my way of doing that was to assume we’ve missed something major and therefore preventing myself from ever being able to relax. Sometimes I really am the life and soul of the party…. 

I haven’t particularly enjoyed the lull and perhaps – more than once – may have expressed a wish that we’d just had the wedding at the end of last year. To which G always points out that I wanted to take three weeks of annual leave which I couldn’t do last year. He's so bloody logical. 

BUT. As I write this, there are 66 days, 21 hours, 58 minutes and 8 seconds until we get married. YES I HAVE A COUNTDOWN APP, WHAT OF IT.  

Basically, two months to go (nearly). And the lull is fading. I can feel the anticipation returning, the buzz rekindling. I’ll be doing a wedding-related task and this little squeal of excitement will burst out of me. Like when I see a new bridesmaid dress (each bridesmaid is picking their own) or when my wedding ring came back or when we booked two days in Yosemite freakin’ National Park for our honeymoon. 

Oh and I had the most incredible hen do and yeah, basically one of the best weekends of my life. More on that utter gem soon. 

There is more than enough to do over the next 9 weeks and I am pumped (never said that before) for the home stretch. 

I am impatient for June, but I think it’s going to be worth the wait.