It seems that this wedding has taken over my life. I seem to eat, breathe and sleep it - and when I'm not doing that I'm booking it or shopping for it.
It's definitely been a busy couple of weeks since we set the date.
With only 12 weeks to go (I could actually tell you how many days and indeed hours it is until the wedding but I won't bore you with the details) I have been flat out to get everything organised.
My first dilemma was deciding where we were actually going to get married.
After planning my dream wedding in Kenya I really could not face the thought of getting married in Spalding Register Office.
Not that there's anything wrong with the room where you get married, but I was not very inspired by the external surroundings. A girl has to take these things into consideration when considering what the wedding photos are going to look like.
The only other options in Spalding (I've ruled out churches for two reasons: I don't want to get married in a church, plus it's Paul's second time round) were the Cley Hall and Woodlands Hotels.
Or so I thought - then I remembered something I'd read a while back that said Ayscoughfee Hall was getting a licence to host civil weddings.
I duly dragged my mum and sister along one Saturday morning and met a lovely lady called Judy, who showed us round and explained where the ceremonies will be performed etc.
I booked it on the spot. It is perfect. You get married in the room at the front on the right of the door as you stand facing the building from the road.
It has huge windows that let the sun flood in and that look out over the gardens.
Then you sign the register in the library, which is the most beautiful setting.
And, of course, you can then have your photos taken in the garden.
So, that's one thing decided - but the question is now, do we go for a marquee in Ayscoughfee Gardens for the reception (yes, it is possible) or do we find somewhere else to kick our heels up and celebrate.
I'll let you know soon what we decide. In the meantime, I've got a pile of bridal magazines to sift throughin my search for the perfect dress.

Is it a monster? Yes, almost certainly. I've turned into a complete bridezilla within a couple of weeks. And all this from someone who for many years said they would never get married and then when I did start thinking maybe marriage wasn't such a bad idea said I would run away and do it.
The original plan in the day or two after H2B (hubby-to-be) popped the question was to do it in Kenya. It's been my lifelong dream to go on safari and it seemed like the ideal oppportunity. Killing two birds with one stone, kind of thing.
But then I spent many hours trawling the internet and e-mailing all these different companies that offered to sort out your dream wedding abroad and it became clear quite quickly that unless we remortgaged the house and offered our souls to this devil in exchange for a few thousand quid it wasn't going to happen.
Besides, I suddenly went all girly - much to H2B's amusement - and decided I quite liked the idea of my best pal Kerrie and sister Alli as bridesmaids. I could make them wear peach, frilly frocks and get my own back on them for all the misery they've caused me over the years.
After all, it was Kerrie who set me up with H2B in the first place and look where that got me!
So now the plan is to get married here - and what a headache that's causing.
Especially as we have now set the date - June 23. Yes, this year! If one more person says "What, this year? when I tell them when we are getting married I'll suffocate them in my big meringue wedding dress.
It's something like 14 weeks away, so I can't sit here blogging. So much to do and so little time!

After months of barely concealed hints and downright digs, the other half finally got the message and went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

Whenever I'd brought the subject up before (which was quite often) he told me that he wouldn't do it when I was expecting it, and I moaned that I had been expecting it for at least the past couple of years so he had no chance of surprising me so he might as well just get on with. Who said romance was dead, eh?

Then, there I was, just getting ready to go out to my favourite restaurant for my birthday and all of a sudden he dropped to the floor and popped the question. I nearly dropped down on the floor beside him from the shock of it.

I was speechless to say the least and he had to ask me again before I managed to rattle out a very weak "OK" before bursting into tears - of joy I hasten to add.

Now starts the fun of trying to decide when, how and where we want to get wed.