Three more sleeps. Two sick marrieds-to-be. One slightly worried bride.
This process of planning and preparing the wedding has been totally fine. A million things to keep track of. A billion details to manage and execute. Everything planned and prepared in totality.
And we're brought down by a bug.
Matt's definitely feeling it worse than I am. I've just got a little tickle; he's got a full blown knock 'em out head cold. While groggy, weavy, drunky-seeming sick Matt is usually entertaining, three days before the wedding is a little nerve-wracking!
The good news, one way or another we're going to be wed in four days. Papers will be signed, vows will be recited, a party will be enjoyed by all our guests.
The sucky part is that I hope we can fully enjoy it. I hope we get well enough that we're not coughing and sneezing and wheezing our way through what is otherwise going to be one of the most incredible days of our lives.
This is a bit of a whiny post. But it's also a plea for help. We've got our chicken soup. We've got our Cold FX. We're pumping ourselves full of vitamins. Please send your good vibes and healing wishes. Send good thoughts. Any you can spare.
Sigh.
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