Three Month Panic

AHHHHHHHHH!

That's the sound of me freaking out that I have three months (actually just shy of that) left till Joe and I get married.

So I while I need to really look at my list, I think I now am officially doing okay. *Sigh of relief*

Saturday, I addressed the envelopes for our Pennsylvania guests. I also reviewed the guest list and realized that I have lost two addresses. They got the save the date cards but since then the email containing the actual address has gone MIA. I have since bought some stamps and wrote directions for out of town guests. The end of the week is my goal for having all the invitations addressed and hopefully get to the post office ASAP after that.

Sunday, I bought our wedding bands. Joe's is off the website and mine is custom. We spent way too much money on them but I think that they will be so special and unique. Our fingerprints serve as our engraving. Your fingerprints are unique as you are; your fingerprints never change (barring some accident with a hot glue gun or acid).

Today, I tried on my wedding dress and had the first fitting. It was amazing as it was disappointing. At first the seamstress was gruff and inhospitalable. I had to try to get my dress on by myself which is NOT an easy task. I got caught somewhere between the lining and the actual dress. It was then very clear that not having lost the 10 pounds that I should have lost was not a good thing. Start the seam ripping! At first it was just the lining, then it was the dress itself. Ugh. My heart sank because here was my $1800 dress with gaping holes in the side where my fat ass prevented it from fitting. Then pinning at the bust because my boobs are too small compared to my hips. And then we have to cut out the arms because if we don't my arms will be bloody and sore from the beading and lace rubbing them. Its painful. The next appointment is at the end of April. I will feel bad if lose weight and it doesn't fit because of that. I also need to work on finding some shoes. I have to wear 3" heels otherwise I have to have the hemline altered. Right now, I have about $100 of alterations needed. Not too bad.

And then I decided once I got home, that I really needed to find a wedding officiant. Seriously, this was supposed to be done months ago. In a last ditch effort, I thought I'd try Bishop Carl again. And I got through to him. And he sounds hilarious! And he's totally on board for us.

And now I'm making dinner. Then I'll work on some more invitations.

I went out to the barn last week and they had a new foal there. He's super cute-bay and white tovero. Unfortunately, his mother was euthanized several days after he was born because she prolasped her rectum. In a cow, you shove that back in and sew it up. You're not so lucky with a horse.

I guess, I can share this bit of information because its been told to the staff of both clinics at least. As of June 1st (good timing, I know), BF is retiring. Subsquently, as of June 1st we are no longer doing large animal and no longer doing emergencies. As BF pointed out, the unsocial TH can now come to my wedding because he won't be on call! BUT the loss of large animal is a tough issue for me to understand. I hate the idea of not getting to see some of our large animal clients. I hate the idea of not getting to go out and see horses and cows and the occasional goat. I also am freaking out about this whole situation in addition to the wedding.

I'm also freaking out because tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I have to geld my first horse. Its not the surgery that I am worried about. Its the anesthesia. I'm just not confident that I can get the horse down long enough to perform the task at hand. Also I have to vaccinate several horses, dogs and possibly some steers.

Hmmm...what else? I can't think of much else so I guess that's it.

[EDIT]
Oh, I remembered two more things, then I remembered a third thing but now I'm back down to the original two but one comes as a second post.

So my mom. My mom is under a lot stress because my grandparents (her parents) are ill. They are both in their late eighties and have a variety of ailments that come with age. My grandma has fallen several times over the past ten  years progessively breaking her leg from the ground up (ankle, leg?, hip). She also has some skin issues which has rendered her skin paper thin. My grandpa has been battling chronic leukemia for several years. Recently, he's been getting blood transfusions to keep his RBC up. On Christmas, the two of them fell. Grandma made it out okay but Grandpa broke his arm. He also wasn't able to walk because he must have aggrivated an old compression fracture in his spine that had went undiagnosed. Since Christmas, Grandpa has been in and out of the hospital and nursing home because he was getting rehab. Grandma was staying with Mom and Dad. She ended up falling and then went into the hospital. So anyway, lots of stress, understandably. Anyway, I too am under a lot of stress as I am getting closer to some life altering decisions and events. I mean for Christ sakes, I'm getting married in three months! So my mom isn't listening to me which is frustrating and then when she tries to 'help' I get frustrated when she treats me like a child. SO we're not really talking. I should sub in Joe's mom. She'll listen.