- 9 years ago
- Wedding: July 2009
I’m in the midst of my very first wedding anxiety attack, and it’s not pretty. I’m sweating bullets here. To make matters worse, I know that I’m being silly – but no matter how much I try to tell myself to calm down, I can’t!
As coherently as possible, here’s my dilemma:
I have two dear friends who are each getting married less than a month after me. All three of our guestlists will overlap by about 20 people who make up my close group of friends. Each wedding is in a different part of the country, so while it’s nice to imagine that our friends will make it to all three, I know that this is unrealistic. Weddings are expensive to go to, and we’re all in our 20s.
I was hoping to get our save-the-dates out last month, but our designer fell behind and didn’t get us the mock-up until this week. In the meantime, I’ve received the save-the-dates for both of the weddings after ours. So there’s my first freak-out: my friends are going to have to choose between the three weddings, and since my Save-The-Date Cards are late, mine will be the one they decline to attend.
Second: I’m finding out that my Save-The-Date Cards are going to cost about $750. My whole budget is only $20,000, and that seems like a huge chunk to spend on something that most people will throw away. I’m also being told by the designer that I should allot about $1500 for invitations. Am I crazy, or is that too much of my budget?
Last: now my wedding planner tells me that I should wait till after the holidays to send my Save-The-Date Cards, since they’ll get lost in the jumble if I send them now. But they’re already late! We’re getting married in July, and everyone says that you’re supposed to send them out 8 months in advance! So what do I do: wait and send them even later than they already are, or send them now and risk being overshadowed by holiday cards? PLUS, it’s nearly IMPOSSIBLE to get my stupid guests to send me their stupid mailing addresses so I can send them their stupid expensive save-the-dates.
Cripe, writing that out makes it sound so petty and insignificant. Probably because it is. But still, I feel completely overwhelmed and panicky, and my armpits are damp, my mouth is dry, my eyelid won’t stop twitching, and I keep humming this weird creepy tune and rocking back and forth. Does anyone have any words of consolation? I know this is silly and that there are so many other things in the world to worry about, but for some reason I can’t calm the eff down.