The Dramaqween Pastors Kid

Last week proved to pretty much put me on the Bridezilla chart! While I may be very prepared for this wedding of mine I found myself on the phone with my quite confused fiance’, in the wine isle at the grocery store…. whispering loudly “I JUST FEEL CRAZY!!!”

Almost in tears I explained that this new medication was messing with my head and I didn’t like it. Normally things that didn’t bother me at all sent me right off the deep end in anger. So not only was I topic of conversation at potentially many dinner tables that night of people who shopped at the same store… I also found myself staring at a woman at the opposing gas pump (who was doing nothing wrong) and wanting to grab her by her hair and throw her down. WHAT?! Who thinks that? My next thought was “I am going to be the craziest pregnant woman alive. This must be what it’s like” Side note…. there is no bun in the oven, unless Jesus is coming back…. pretty sure it won’t be that way.

I’ve hit that wall where I just want to be married. I know that 44 days from now will be glorious… but it cannot come fast enough!!!