Idiosyncrasies of a Bride-To-Be

Here we are - 152 days from my wedding day. The day i've dreamed about my whole life. And I am so excited. I know there is a lot left to do, but I feel pretty confident that it will all get done. My wedding stress does not come from the usual fears. No, no, no. My fears are more dramatic. In fact, several of them are so completely outlandish that even I have to laugh at them. Yet, even though I can laugh at them, there is still that pit in my stomach that says, well, what if...

What if:

• I break a bone (any bone) leading up to the wedding, and have to wear a cast with my wedding gown!? Mind you, I have never broken a bone in my life (knocking on wood, knocking on wood). Where did this fear come from? No idea...
• I fall while walking down the aisle. Particularly, while walking down the stone steps into the garden. How embarrassing would that be??! I suppose though that my dad will have a fairly firm grip on me. I hope.
• We can't hear the string trio begin to play Pachelbel Canon in D? I'd miss the cue for my entrance. Poor hubby to be will be struck with a momentary fear that I'm standing him up!! (even though the whole bridal party will have walked down the aisle already.)
• People show up that weren't invited or expected. This is a legitimate fear. I think. We have decided not to allow single people to bring guests. It's just too much to pay for people we've never met. Not to mention, I'm not really thrilled with the idea of having a bunch of people i've never met at my wedding.
• Guests think my dress is awful? I don't know how to elaborate on that one...

Okay, my mind is racing now, maybe allowing myself to dwell on these fears and write about them wasn't the best idea.

One thing I can say for certain is that I have strategically planned to surround myself with people who know my idiosynrasies. Hopefully, they find my quirkiness lovable. I mean, they've put up with me for this long!