Bridezilla vs. Momzilla

So, the last week of my engagement has been interesting to say the least. A side of me has emerged that I think I would've rather not have seen and am trying to bury once more. Basically since I've gotten engaged I'm thinking of all these things I've been supressing for the last 6 years. I have been on a mad dash to get as much planned in this wedding this week as humanly possible. Unfortanely, the groom is not feeling my urgency. I guess I wanted to hurry up and plan it before he changed his mind. Obviously all these thoughts are ridiculous, but have occured none the less. Shaun asked if I could just be happy for a few days, and he's right, I should be. Meanwhile, I'm telling my mother some of the things I would like at MY wedding and she had an anuresim. I said I wanted to wear flip flops because that is all I wear, even in the snow, and she said that was absurb. I said I wanted a hog roast, just something casual... she said there is no way that her only daughter is having a hog roast at her wedding. But, perhaps the biggest confusion yet is she is begging me to elope, but then if we don't then I'm supposed to have this big tradional wedding. Baffaling.