It's my wedding day!

On a night that I needed the most sleep, I couldn't sleep at all.

My stomach hates me.

Since I was a little girl, I have had issues with a nervous stomach. Not nervous about getting married, I'm terrified of standing in front of all those people, all eyes on us. The thought of this has sent me running to the bathroom several times this morning. I've really got to shake this. Mostly, I'm afraid of vomiting my way down to greet Todd, fresh breath and all.

BUT. I'm so excited. I'm so ready to do this. I'm even more ready for the honeymoon, but I'm looking forward to the marriage.

Wish me luck. And send non-vomit vibes my way.

Check in with you guys in a week or so!

Anxiety.

I've got it. I've got it goooood.
Good anxiety.
Good grief.
I scheduled a massage for Friday morning.
That's right after a waxing. Like that doesn't make you all anxious enough.
I'm off work starting tomorrow.
Who am I kidding, I've checked out already.
I bought new swimsuits.
Three of them.
Happy day.

I don't love training.

I'm in Birmingham, Alabama. Training for two days. It's a miserable experience. But it's okay -- things could be worse. Things could always be worse.

On a really good note, I had the best bachelorette party known to woman this past weekend. I have the best friends in the world. It was a good time, therefore I was in bed for the entire next day, completely unproductive at a time when productivity is necessary to survival.

Hope everyone else had a good weekend!