Getting engaged is a funny thing.
Not funny 'ha ha' of course; neither of us were laughing as he popped the question. In fact I cried, but that's another story. But as soon as he'd asked and I'd said 'yes' we were suddenly accelerating out of control towards the wedding.
We both said we wanted to take the time to enjoy being engaged, but it doesn't work like that.
I was straight on the phone to my mum, his mum, his sister, my brother, and the rest of the world, and as soon as the word 'congratulations' left their lips, the questions began.
'So when's the wedding?'
'What kind of wedding are you going to have?'
'Will you be married in a church?'
'Have you picked your bridesmaids?'
And so on.
I get the impression I should have had all of this in mind before he'd asked. Maybe even before we'd ever met. I know some people who have known from the minute they started school exactly who they'd marry and how. But I didn't. Except for thinking I'd marry Jason Donovan of course, but that didn't work out.
So I thought I'd better hurry up and at least get a date and a rough idea of the kind of wedding we were going to have in mind for the next time we spoke to any family members.
And so the chaos began.
Over the coming weeks, I'll be charting the highs and lows of planning a wedding, from the toilet roll cover doll-style dresses to the cliche wedding singers and naturally breaking the budget.
The wedding countdown has officially begun.