As it's getting here, I have a hard time realizing I'm getting married for real. I'm not a nine-year-old playing getting married at Audrey Christensen's house and the groom isn't Audrey's cat Wile E. in a bow tie that he is definitely not pleased to be wearing. I have occasional freak out periods, but mostly I'm at peace with it. People keep on commenting on how I'm such a calm bride. I don't see any reason not to be calm unless it's during the hour per day (usually when I first wake up) that I worry that Trevor's actually a serial killer and it's going to be dangerous marrying him or that my wedding dress will somehow catch fire in the middle of everything and I'll die or whatever other ludicrous thing my morning imagination can conjure.
Also unreal: we've found out that the new sibling my mother is carrying is a girl! For some reason everyone assumed that it was a boy because we have to have an even number of boys and girls, right? But Bobertoa* it is. I already love her so much. Matter of fact, I started crying right there when I found out because it's so wonderful that I'm going to have another baby sister. When I first found out my mother was pregnant and the baby was simply some growth that could be dangerous to health and expensive, I was mostly just shocked and worried. But now that the baby has a gender, she is a person in my mind and I love her and can't wait to meet her.
*Boberto was the name that we all (we all meaning the children, mostly Nate) wanted to give Thomas when he was born, but Mom would have none of that, so when my parents announced they were going to have another baby, it was immediately called Boberto. The council has already decided that, in the event that the child is a girl, the official name would be Bobertoa.