At the 8 month mark I started having horrible nightmares about the wedding, then I made a big push and got a bunch of stuff done and they went away. They were silly and stupid like me wearing purple underwear and everyone seeing it through my dress. Or ordering flowers moments before the ceremony. Or my dad forgetting to walk me down the aisle.
Well, the nightmares are back and now they are a bit more tangible- although still out there. Last night's dream entailed my beloved hair dresser, Jamie, joining the navy mere weeks before my wedding. The owner of the salon she works for Amy- refused to do my hair. I don't expect that Jamie will join the Navy, but I think the dream expresses my loss of control.
I feel like this wedding is a runaway train and I am trying to slow it down. There is so much more I want to do, but not that much time. I want to drop another 10 pounds, I want to save another $1000 dollars, I want to be more creative and add a few more details. I want to feel more control and I want the dreams to go away. Most of all I don't want Jamie to join the Navy.