are there ice cubs in my socks?

Crazy whirlwind. These are the only words I can think of to describe the next 10 days. Various wedding-related appointments, job interview, bachelorette party, last-minute errand-running, hoping my dreadful sunburn heals. The usual. 

I'm going to be married in 10 days. 10 days. I can hardly believe it. Oddly enough, I don't think that it's hit me yet. We've been engaged for a year and a half, and it still hasn't sunk in. Is this normal? Even with a year and a half of planning; picking out colors, trying on dresses, sending out invitations; I'm still not sure if I've fully grasped that next week, I'll be a married woman. (It feels like I just got accustomed to the idea of being engaged.)

As long as I'm being painfully cliche, I might as well admit that I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster. I'm simultaneously nervous and excited, happy and upset, and sometimes I feel like I have no emotions at all. I'm constantly questioning myself. Am I ready for this commitment? Is life going to turn into a mundane routine? How am I going to (politely) answer the inevitable baby questions? Am I suddenly going to have urges to eat dinner at 4 in the afternoon and go to bed after Jeopardy?

Is this what cold feet feel like? Deep breath.

While riding this emotional roller coaster, one thing has remained constant: Kyle. Despite every internal debate and second-guess, never once have I questioned that this is the man I want to marry. Through every up and down, there is no one I would rather have by my side. He's the Mulder to my Scully, the Ross to my Rachel, the Astronaut Mike Dexter to my Liz Lemon. (Too much?)

All cheese and insanity and cliches aside, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am marrying the man of my dreams.

Phew. I feel better. Thanks for listening, friends. I'm so grateful to have such wonderful people to share the journey with.