Dreams.

My dreams have taken a turn for the worse. I definitely have had my fair share of truly odd dreams that leave me stumped for meaning, but lately, these dreams have been blatantly easy to interpret.

DREAM ONE: P.I.C. informs me I am pregnant. How does he know? He took a urine test. DUH. Maid of honor is seriously disappointed. I then begin to fret my recent wine consumption. (P.S. I most definitely am not pregnant.) When I explained this dream to P.I.C., he sighed and asked me, "Do I need to have you revisit a 6th grade health class?" Whatever. Dream P.I.C. was the one that got it wrong, so it's his fault.

DREAM TWO: We begin the ceremony, but key players are missing (such as the best man). Ceremony takes place in my grandparent's living room. P.I.C. and I start to say our vows. The problem? We never wrote any. We hem and haw out a few nice things, then turn to the few people there and say, "Um, I guess those are our vows," only to turn around and find out our officiant is missing. The reason? She decided to take a nap and finish it up later. Apparently, we had started the ceremony an hour early. Why it took place at my grandparent's house is beyond me.

SIGH.

I look forward to falling asleep tonight. Stupid stress.

On a much happier note, we had a blast taking our last-minute engagement photos and they turned out pretty amazingly.

Just a sampling of the cuteness that ensued during our photo shoot...

Eleven days...yikes! Fingers crossed I don't lose it before then.