I had had "emergency" surgery 3 weeks before the wedding, and all the planning, showers, etc went into a tailspin after that. We bought our house the day I was released from the hospital, and I had planned to move in then. However, DH wouldn't hear of it since the phone company was on strike, so we couldn't get phone service there if I needed help or anything. So I had to stay at my sister's for a week 'til they could rig up a phone for me. Then dave and his brother unpacked all my things from my apartment (I had packed them before my surgery) and put things away (I've yet to find some of the - 23 years later!). Both my showers were supposed to be surprises, but my mother insisted that they tell me, in case I felt too weak to go. It was just an awful 3 weeks, but worth it now....