Hello, my name is Misty and I'm a wedding-aholic.

Truly, I am. Doug mentions again this morning that he'd like to get married while we're in Las Vegas and I spend the entire obsessing about wedding plans again. I even started coming up with ideas for our reception. Then of course I get home tonight and tell him that if we are going to do that we need to start making some plans and he tells me that he's not so sure that's what he wants to do. ARRGH!!!!! So then I gave him the silent treatment the rest of the night. He did do the dishes and take out all the trash and kitty litter to try to make me feel better (it didn't work), so at least I got something out of it. But now I'm so irritated I can't sleep. Is it so wrong that I want to marry the man I love? Is it so wrong that I'd like to have a baby or two with this same man before I'm 30. Am I just freaking out because my 26th birthday is less than 3 weeks away and we are buying a house?? What is wrong with me? At least I didn't cry. I wish I wouldn't have told my mom anything about it though. Now I have to tell her that that's not what we're doing and then hear the lecture on how she thinks Doug wants to be like his brother and not get married or have any kids until he's 40.