All Is Well...

Today we fina-FUCKING-lly got all of the wedding confusion figured out.

6 p.m. Friday, Sept. 23: I will be walking down the aisle in the arms of the beloved D, hair in a pretty updo, bulging pregnant belly unsuccessfully hidden under an OFF WHITE empire waisted floor length dress. Flowers, music, family and friends. There will be NO MASS, just a simple ceremony where I'll probably cry and snot through my vows and maybe even pass out.

7 p.m. Friday, Sept. 23: We arrive at The Tribute for the reception... hungry, tired, and glad the hard part is over. Now it's time to party, baby! Drinks and antipasto served while mushy love songs of our choice play in the back ground, and then we get down and dirty. Unlimited food, wine, Bud Lite and cake for all! Everyone leaves by 11 p.m., when D and I dash to the honeymoon suite where we'll probably just pass out from exhaustion. He'll be drunk and tired, I'll be pregnant and tired, and we'll wake up and realize that OH MY GOD WE ARE MARRIED. Which will be an awesome feeling!

So that's how it's supposed to go. I'm really excited now that we have everything figured out.

Now, do pregnant chicks have bachelorette parties?