A Pause for the Wedding Bells.

I'm getting married on Sunday. That is four days away still, I know. I've done the math. But the nuptial festivities start today in my book. My sister got in town last night, so her arrival marks the beginning of the first time that everyone I love will be in the same place at the same time. Tomorrow, my best friends Meagan, Morgan and Elise get here. Tomorrow is the bachelorette party and also my attempt to have more than two drinks consecutively and not obsess about Dr. Brown's nipples clogging and spit-up for more than two consecutive hours. On Saturday, the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. And then Sunday's the big day. I don't think I'll be writing again until Monday, unless I surprisingly find myself at home with a moment to think.

We've hired a babysitter to take care of Adelyn during the ceremony and reception. She'll be at the venue with us to whisk Addy away if she gets too fussy and to put her to bed upstairs (yes, I'm bringing the whooole bedtime gamut with us, along with my white dress). I'm not nervous about marrying Jason or being somebody's wife or committing myself forever and always to one person, but I am nervous about the logistics of having an unpredictable newborn--and the love of my life--at such an important event.

Here goes.