So the wedding went very smoothly, except the stomach problems (to put it politely) that I had all day. I also drank lots of ginger ale to quell the nausea that kept rising up before the ceremony. I even forced myself to dance, if dancing is bobbing around while holding your dress up. My husband couldn't believe I made myself get out there, but I knew I'd be pissed at myself if I didn't dance with friends that night.
The good memories outweigh all the memories of the anxiety, but I was so RELIEVED when it was over. So many people were IN MY BUBBLE, touching me, hugging me, and just being drunk space invaders. We had an after-party and by 12am I was practically begging my new hubby to come to bed. All my married girlfriends kept saying, "It's going to be over before you know it! Savor every moment because you'll wish the night never ended." Sure, it turned out lovely, but it was the longest night of my life and I was so happy to be out of the spotlight at the end of the night, and I do not wish it never ended.
And the bachelorette for FSIL wasn't bad either... I almost hate to admit that after how worked up I got in the days leading up to it, but I know it's a good thing that I actually kind of had fun. I don't understand why bars and crowds completely freak me out some nights and yet I'm fine other nights. I need to figure myself out. Sigh.
Also, I just found out that my counselor is no longer covered by the new insurance plan that my employer switched to. Wonderful.