I'm getting an ulcer, I just know it.  No, I'm not a hypochondriac, just stressed.  As a lay all warm and comfy in my bed last night two seconds from being asleep, the thought that we are at about the two month mark to the wedding hit me.  And it hit me HARD.  Hard enough that it knocked any sign of sleeping right out the window. 

Oh dear god, I still have so much to do.  And this is a "forever" decision.  Just breath...who's got a muscle relaxer?  My train of thought went (and is still going) something like this:

Married-I'm getting married!  It's forever!  Oh god!
Wedding favors to do!
It's forever!
Centerpieces to do!
It's forever!
How much do we owe the photographer yet?
It's forever!
What about the DJ?
FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!
And the hall rental?
I'll never sleep with another man again!
What about the food?
F-O-R-E-V-E-R!
What if I pass out?
I'll never experience first date jitters again!
What if he changes his mind?
I'm scared!!!!
Is my dad going to show up drugged up?
It's f-f-f-forevever.........

Am I being paranoid, or is this normal?  Please tell me, I don't care if you are divorced now-you GOT married and that's the point!  I don't care if your single-you've seen people get married, so you've witnessed "freak-outs" first hand.

I am not even concerned with the fact that I have an interview today, just sweating the above thoughts.  Right.  Who's got a valium for the bride?