This is quite the winter for this Mississippi girl, with record snow levels so far and plenty to watch and learn.

I’ve learned that I love soups and stews and dumplings and am expanding my repertoire to include them.
I’ve learned that I love to knit, really love it, but… Sort of stink at it.
I’ve learned that living without my child on a regular basis empties my life – I love being with my husband full time in a way I could never have imagined – but that happiness does not detract from the fact that I miss my daughter every second.
I’ve also learned that I’m quite the pregnant wimp – I lack the ability to suck it up and being unable to breathe and clean my house makes me WHINE!

This morning I woke up at 5:30 to take my husband to the bus stop for racquetball practice – not all that exciting for me, but for a man that hasn’t played in 2 months, well… Let’s just say I earned enough wife points to let me out of cooking tonight.

Have I mentioned how much standing up and moving around sucks right now?

Whine?

Molly, the baby, is baking right along – I’m excited to meet her but in this, my last week of pregnancy, I’ve reached panic mode.
What, in the world, am I going to do with a baby? Love her, sure – but it’s been 14 years since I last took care of a young one. I’m a little out of practice. Okay.
A lot.

But, I can’t wait to see her little face.
I can’t wait to have all my family together.
That’s when life will enter the officially perfect phase.

For those of you that are NOT counting, which I’m expecting is everyone on the planet EXCEPT me, I’m getting married in 95 days.

And I really need a friend in town to keep me on my to do list, because I have MANY meetings and such that I need to put together to hand out money and do the final planning before the Big Day.
And I haven’t one clue how to start.
It should be a lot easier than it seems.
After all, how much does planning a meeting actually take out of your day?
Hardly anything.

Which reminded me today, when I panicked, that I need to refill my prescription, which may be part of the problem.
OCD can only kick in so much before it stops you in your tracks.
That’s  the problem.
You look around and go, “Where the H, E, double hockeysticks to do I START?!!?”

And the answer is…

I don’t know.

I need to go over the song list so that I know what fits in where and meet with the DJ again.
I need to decide upon cake flavors and meet with the cake lady.
I need to figure out what I’m going to do about the groom’s cake, though I’m leaning towards doing a smaller wedding cake and doing other smaller cakes so that there is sort of a cake TABLE… and the wedding cake won’t end up being massive and hugely expensive.
I need to meet with the photographer and hash out those details.
I need to order the bells.
I need to order invites – I need Brian to finish them.
I need to finish the girls’ stuff.
I need to pick out shoes for them and Abbey.
I need to order Abbey and Allie’s dress.
I need to make sure Brayden gets fitted for his tux in time.
I need to make sure the guys have the tux info and realize I’m picking them up and when it’s time, I need to pick them up.
I need to meet with the caterer and make ANY decisions there.
I need to meet with the florist and finalize my ideas on that – that keep changing.
If I do the many cakes idea, I need to gather cake plates.  I love cake plates.
I need to finish the guest book idea.
I need to buy props for the photo booth.
I need to sweet talk someone with a camera into manning it.
I need to gather stuff to keep the kids entertained.
I need to take Brayden to shop for material for his pillow.
I need to make my reception headpiece.
I need to buy rehearsal dinner shoes.
I need to make programs… and design them to print them out.
I need to make direction cards for folks to hand out on the way out of the church.
I need to make sure Nick and I have transportation and everyone has the accomodation locations – and that people that I know will procrastinate have somewhere to stay. 
I need to make sure Nick has a flight down here – missing one would be not good.
And I’m curious as to what, if anything, we’re doing for our honeymoon.
I need to order linens.
I need to find out what sort of plates/silverware the caterer uses.
I need to order alcohol.
I need to buy underwear for under my dress.
I need to order Spanx for my fat butt.
I need to do my mock up hair appointment… and get my color updated so my stylist doesn’t kill me.
Actually plan the rehearsal dinner…
Do I need to order tables and chairs because the chairs are so ugly at the rehearsal dinner place?
Do I need to order linens for the chairs?
City information packets to rooms and stuff for the out-of-towners rooms.
Book hotel room for the wedding night…
Newspaper Announcements?
Do I really have to do a unity candle?
Gotta make sure everyone gets their dresses and stuff…
Gotta pick out readings for the ceremony – don’t want to do the usual stuff, want to make it US specific…
Make sure Nick has all the insurance info and stuff so I’m immediately covered…
Schedule fittings for my gown and make sure I don’t forget them… you know, when the gown comes in…
Accessories for my gown.
Make sure that I have someone in charge at the church and at the reception so I don’t go nuts.

I need to stop going nuts too.
And make sure I keep my meds on hand.
So I stop doing this…
Krista’s on the phone with me having to listen to my nutso-ness.

Like I said, Nerves.

*ETA*
Need kraft bags for italian cookies.
Do I need a label for the bags to be cute?
Do I need to use the other half of the reception hall?
True Love poem – where to add?
Order papers for my guestbook in colors that accent.
Make garter?

This morning it was the Who – and I jammed along to “Magic Bus” as only a girl who is completely out of her decade musically can, which only reminds me of the fact that you guys have yet to see me jam to Frank Sinatra and really should before you die, as nothing says hot and sexy quite like a grown woman jamming to a rockin’ swing beat.

No, I don’t really get out much… why do you ask?

While on this incredibly energetic drive/jam session, I noticed that although I know the basic gist of the song, I have NO IDEA what half of the words are saying. I’ve got the main “Magic Bus” part down – because I’m not a total idiot, but have been singing for years in this sort of loud drunken-ish method that I usually save for Bob Dylan or Hootie and the Blowfish songs.
I’ll probably stick to my method because it works and also means that when I am actually drunk I sound just as good as when I’m sober.
It also makes me sound like a lyrical genius who even can figure out what those few little words are at the end of “Respect” but just can’t master the art of singing well enough to enunciate clearly.

After a few nights of bad karaoke, I know that I’m not the only person that employs this method of lyric recognition.

Some days the crossing guard has blinders on and can’t see how LONG the line behind folks waiting to get into the school has gotten.
And some days are like today – a sea of cars surrounding almost everyone and no movement at all for twenty minutes save the crossing guard’s muscular over-confident arms waving wildly to let the one car pass that’s coming from his Apparent. Favorite. Direction.

Some years there is the Memphis in May celebration that shuts down a road or two throughout the month.
And some years it shuts them down for the ENTIRE month causing the downtown area to function like Eight Belles did this morning.

Oh wait, she’s dead.

Yes.  That.