stress....free. finally.

Let's talk about stress for a minute. The past 3 or 4 days I have been completely and utterly stress-free. How amazing it feels! I have to say..it's been a long time coming! I finally have gotten our new little place looking like a "home" as much as Army Temp. Lodging can, I enjoy getting 8 hours of sleep, ample time for my workouts and runs that I had fallen off the bandwagon with before the wedding, cooking for me and the hubby and not eating out, actually getting to see Greg every day and enjoy his company...those are just a few of some of the joys in my life right now.

Now before the wedding..not so much. I.was.stressed. Beyond Belief! Here are a few factors adding to the stress:
- Living and being away from my Fiance for 6 whole months. And yes, I do know that is a short amount of time compared to others, but I still missed him. First time we had been apart..ever. I was lonely.
- Planning my wedding single-handedly. Every little detail.
- Finding out that I would be moving 4,000 miles/72 hours from HOME. The place I have lived my entire life (except for 4 years in college when I ventured 30 miles from my small town). Leaving home means...no family, no friends, no adorable nephews to love on, no porch nights, no Friday night football, not knowing a single person except hubs, no dance team reunions, no familiar tanning bed/hair salon, etc. etc.
- Getting married! Helloooo, that's enough to be stressed over the edge about! What if I'm not a good wife? I can't cook? I hate cleaning? What if I snore?
- My "Type A" personality meeting it's match. Mr. Uncle Sam!
- Marrying the ARMY! Ok, ok..I understand that I actually married Greg. But you other Military Wives know what I'm talking about. Greg=Army. I married the Army. No way around it. It means that I won't fully understand. It means that there will be times when my husband will not be coming home. Nights spent alone. A lot of nights spent alone. Months/Years spent alone. Months/Years raising our children alone. It means that my husband might have a hard time learning to stop giving orders when he walks through our front door.
- Horomones. Yes, I said it...Day 6 of our Honeymoon. Every woman has to know what I'm talking about.

And those are just to name a few. Some people were ever so kind to have the nerve to call me "bridezilla"..and still do but they think it's in a joking manner. How considerate of them, ya think? Even some of my very best friends and family. How kind of them to understand how much I was dealing with and scared about. How kind of them to think about my feelings and how their words would affect me. It feels amazing to be here with Greg. He gets it. He gets what I'm going through...and it feels great to not cry myself to sleep anymore.

No matter what life, or the Army, throws at us, I'm with the man I love. End of story. How wonderful it feels to have all of this behind me and be able to move on with our lives. This has had a large part with me not blogging as of late. I am just now feeling like I can get this off my chest and move on. So Yay for tackling all of this stress head-on and getting settled in our first place! I will post more tomorrow to show you guys where we're living as Mr. & Mrs. :)