Oh what a week!

Last week I had an anxiety attack in the middle of the night when I realized we only had three weekends left until the wedding and every Saturday and Sunday was already booked with stuff to do. This was on top of the fact that my stomach had been in knots for most of the week. I could hardly eat. I had what I like to call "Montezuma's Wedding Revenge" if you catch my drift.  All of this was, however, very useful in helping me reach my goal wedding weight three weeks ahead of schedule.

I was supposed to drive to San Diego for another dress fitting this weekend, but the morning after my anxiety attack, I called Roxie (my amazing alterations lady) and begged her to postpone it until next week, which she was totally fine with. Thank God.

J and I enjoyed a nice relaxing weekend at home--still filled with a variety of wedding-related errands. I booked a last minute emergency facial at my favorite spa yesterday, which was a Godsend. It should be a law that every bride three weeks away from her wedding should have to do get a facial. Seriously.

Some of the knots last week were cased by the fact that there's been drama, such as family members canceling out last minute for no good reason. Other knots came from those obscure issues that, for some reason, no one else except the bride-to-be can solve, such as special meal requests, figuring out what hotel room the flower girls can stay in with their baby sitter, and realizing that if we're going to do a wine ceremony, we're going to need a table, a glass, and...something else...what was it? Oh yes: wine.

Oh, and then there's the little issue of UPS stealing my wedding band.

Yup, my wedding band was meant to have been delivered on Thursday. J was home all day and the door bell never rang. Yet somehow, there was a note from UPS saying they'd stopped by.  The next day,  UPS handed J a beat up box. The box contained a bag within a bag, a box, and another bag.

But no ring.

Our jeweler filed a claim with UPS for the missing ring, which thankfully was insured. He's already started making us a replacement ring. It should be ready in time for the wedding.

What. A. Week.

My wedding coordinator swears this is normal. She said she'd be more worried if I weren't panicking.

I say: bring on the honeymoon.