Well, I suppose I was due.

This weekend was the weekend of the massive freakout. It was set off by such a trivial thing...I had a bad experience at a bakery. You'd think that wasn't so bad, but all of a sudden I couldn't take it anymore. The bakery was in Sellwood. I cried in the car all the way past the tunnel on Sunset. I think the problem is there were too many bad things happening in quick succession...the venue incident, the realization that I had so much extra to do because of the new venue, the neverending list of things that needed to be addressed...it all was too much at that moment.

I am, however, one of those people who feels infinitely better once she has cried it out. So, I cried, I felt bad for myself for a bit...then I got back to work. What else can you do, you know? The stress is always going to be there, and wedding planning is always going to suck...but the wedding itself will be worth it in the end. It reminds me of how I went through bar study last summer. I held up pretty well most of the time, but I had one, colossal, huge freakout toward the end - complete with fleeing the law school, crying in my car, hyperventilating, the works - but ultimately, I sucked it up and got through it. And that's pretty much how I'm going to deal with wedding planning, because I'm pretty sure I'm never going to get back to a point where I think it's fun.

But once I pulled myself together, this weekend was actually pretty productive. J and I decided on our DJ, though we haven't put the deposit down yet... the guy didn't tell us who to make the check out for. My mom and my bridesmaid K came over this morning and helped me assemble all my invitations! There is still work to be done on them, but I can't do anything yet until I get some postcard stamps, which I'll do tomorrow. I'm hopeful that we'll get them out soon. Things keep rolling! Next weekend is another whirlwind of wedding activities. Hopefully productive ones too!