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I've been stressing over this wedding like crazy and I've got all the stress consequences to prove it. (Acne? Check. Skin disease that I'm apparently stuck with for life and chose to pop up now? Yep. Terrible sleep? Oh yeah.)




I'm trying not to lose track of the big picture. This wedding isn't just a big party, we're getting married that day. I'm going to be stuck with this kid for the rest of our lives.

Someone at work jokingly asked me who I was bringing to the office Christmas party (yeah, it's not even October and we're already talking about the Christmas party. Our parties are pretty rad and this year it will be at the JW downtown.).

I said, "I guess I'm bringing my boyfr---" and then I stopped and corrected myself.

"My husband. I'll be going with my husband."