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At exactly 1:19am on Wednesday morning, something so gripping happened, I am afraid to even share it with you. Those that are pregnant or may be, or those who have any persistent heart conditions should consult their primary physician before proceeding with this intense story.

Done consulting? Dare to continue? Like I said, 1:19am, the most drastic, heart-wrenching epidemic happened Wednesday morning....I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Yes I know what your thinking, "Seriously Ashleigh? That's what was 'so gripping'? You have lost it!" But believe me, those who have been awoken from a deep sleep to have to go relieve themselves in the dead of night, know it is a drastic ordeal. However, it wasn't just that call to nature that made this morning wake-up frustrating, it was what happened before it.

I am not one to have nightmares, maybe the occasional dream, but nothing like I experienced the other night. I had a full on panic attack in my dream that I could not escape from! It was awful. There was no bright highlighted EXIT sign for me to run to, just me in this unending nightmare. In my dream it was two weeks before my wedding and the invitations hadn't been sent out! I don't why I picked that specific item to dream about, but for some reason they hadn't been sent out. They really are like the one solid thing I have going right now for my wedding. My aunt is persistent on getting the guest list and constantly checking with me about how I want them to look and I already sent her a replica of what I want. Invitations=under control. But my dream captured me and would not let me go as I woke up in a wide-awake panic.

I don't know what could have caused it. I am sure it's not the fact that Wednesday marked 100 days until my wedding. And I am definitely certain it wasn't the fact I had just watched Zero Dark Thirty that night in celebrating 8 months with my fiance. I am absolutely positive that it was not the fact my boss likes to "help me" keep on track for my wedding, by reminding me that I don't need to eat cookies because if I do they would just turn straight into fat, so it's better that he eats them in front of me. I am 100% sure that it wasn't the salmon I had for dinner or the annual business meeting coming up.

I guess it's just normal nerves of starting this new exciting part of my life. So here is to the next 99 days of nerves, no sweets, and wedding invites.

There's your tid-bit.