I feel like something has shifted in my chemistry (no I'm not pregnant).
I cry daily.
Sometimes several times a day.
I cried over Linda's wonderful post today. I cried over an email I got from Fi and from his mother. I cry over happy things, frustrating things, silly things. I cry when I hear a song I want played at my wedding. I cried because I just saved us $300 on one of our wedding day surprises. I cry over finances, my dress, my weight. I cry over Fi's frustrations and the issues with our wedding party. I cry over the joy of seeing my best friend in Tucson (she's never been). I cry when I look at rehearsal dinner dresses, my gorgeous hand-made flowers, or my invitations. I cry when I talk to my mom or when I don't talk to my mom. I cry when I think about dancing with my dad. I cry when I think about all we have to do yet. I cry when I find out loved ones can't make the wedding. I cry because I cry too much. I cry when I blog. I cried when I found that picture.
What is it with planning this wedding that has made me such a crybaby?