9 days. 9 days. 9 days. omgomgomg.
I'm excited to marry Greg, not excited about the idea of tripping and falling on my face on front of 110 people i don't know (because only FIVE PEOPLE from my side of the guest list are coming and two of them are bridesmaids.)
I'm painfully shy. And awkward. And weird. And now I am having panic attacks over 110 people. I'm not sleeping at night. I'm dropping weight. We should have just gone to Vegas. is it too late, now that my FILs have paid for everything? omgomgomg. 9 days.