Surrealiously?

During the whole wedding planning experience, there have been many surreal moments. Getting engaged was the least surreal. Probably because I had been DYING for it to happen and then when it did, it was perf.

Buying my wedding dress was pretty surreal, and it didn't really hit me until the next morning when I woke up to every cell in my body craving that dress that I had actually ordered one. However, it wasn't nearly as surreal as the surprise engagement party my mom and friends threw for us. That was seriously surreal.

When we went to Catalina recently, I had surreal moments like, "Holy crap, I can't believe I'm sitting here ordering my wedding bouquet." And then when we did our cake tasting on a bench outside our florist's shop, that was surreal for me, too.

I spent so much time in the realm of the surreal that I actually thought perhaps my meds had gone wonky and so I went to my doctor and we discussed it. However, nothing has been more surrealious (<--- a new word invented by Yours Truly) than booking our Honeymoon, which I did today.

For months we'd been batting around ideas that we felt would fit into our budget. And then in the past week a location sort of fell into our lap and it had everything we wanted: All-inclusive, warm weather, tons of activities, NO CHILDREN, history and decent proximity to off-site activities, plus positive recommendations from people close to us. It was the first location that the MFDC and I BOTH were excited about, and so I booked it today.

Surrealiously, I've booked my Honeymoon. We'll be staying here, swimming with dolphins and being awestruck by Chichen Itza.

Perhaps, most surrealiously, we'll be married, and maybe that's why this since of unreality permeates a lot of what I am experiencing as a bride-to-be. I never really saw myself in this position. I hoped for it, but when I would try to visualize it, I'd draw a huge blank in my mind. But now it's almost completely sketched out, the colors are filling in as every day goes by and I'm feeling less surreal and more excited with every passing minute.

Six months might seem like a long time. It's over 180 days. But in six month, I'm getting married, bitches. SURREALIOUSLY.