My head is aching. (Why, you ask? Read on, dear reader.)

Fiance and I recently created a registry for our impending nuptials. Two registries, actually. We went traditional and offered up

and

the chance to make some cash at our loved ones' expenses.

If you believe the hype, the gift registry creation will be the time of your life: Come in and select anything you want! Don't hold back! Make your wildest dreams come true! Always wanted 8,000-thread-count sheets spun from the rarest of silk available only every 100 years? Now is the time!

But, like most things in life, the idea and the reality are not the same. (Please remind me of this when it is time to talk about having children.) With each item you scan, you ask yourself: Do I really, really need this? Is this too crazy expensive to expect someone else to buy? Will Uncle Bob think less of us for deeming ourselves worthy of a $200 knife?

There are brides (and grooms) who have no qualms asking, or expecting, rather, their third cousin twice removed to spend $500 on a

.

But Fiance and I aren't dreamers.

Worst of all, we feel especially guilty because we don't really need the stuff. We are both in our late 20s. We both have had more apartments than we would like to count. He cooks; I bake. We have nearly every quality kitchen tool most folks deem necessary. (This is why the registry includes

but not mixer. The mixer already has been used to the point that it needs a tune-up. Now that would be useful.)

Registering for gifts is taxing and frustrating. And guilt-inducing. If I didn't feel guilty enough about asking for gifts, I am now complaining about said gifts. (Worst. Person. Ever.)

Hence the nausea and throbbing head. Welcome to almost-married life!