Post partum depression?

A few weeks ago Queen offered to come take care of me when we returned from our honeymoon.

Why would I need someone to take care of me? Was I going to come back with a stomach bug from Mexican water? Was someone going to assault me at the wedding?

What terrible thing lies in store for me after the honeymoon?

Absolutely nothing. No seriously.

She made the point that after all this planning and stressing, coordinating and arranging, that I will be without a big finish line to assign all of my attention. As soon as this reality hits me, I will tragically fall into a dark depression, from which I will need to be nursed by Queen if I have any chance of surviving.

I was shaken by the conversation, and approached several ladies at work about it. The single girls were taken back: "What!?? Are you serious?" Same reaction I had...

A few married and divorced girls just acknowledged my fears: "Yep, be ready," and "It'll just hit you that you'll have to be with that man for the rest of your life, and all the s*** that comes along with him."

I exited the conversation as some of my coworkers began their tirades on how they will never marry or remarry again.

Yikes.

I'm not worried about Brad, or getting married. I have never been more sure about anything (well, except that I'm a heterosexual woman--I'm pretty sure about that, too). I'm slightly concerned about his sports addiction, but that's manageable. I am concerned about my mental stability.

Do I give myself a new finish line, and what should it be? Or should I relax in knowing that I can have a boring, monotonous life for a little while, then jump back into things with both feet?