When I first tried you on I felt amazing. Like a princess. No, seriously - I did. It hugged my hips the right way and my boobs looked perfect (which happens only on rare occasions!). There wasn't too much bling, no no - just enough to make me look radiant. We knew it was the one when Mother cried. She shed tears of joy and we all cried and hugged and laughed in excitement. Well, we didn't exactly hug and laugh in excitement, but tears were shed!
Yesterday I picked you up and right now you are hanging in the guest room in all your wonderful wedding dress glory. But ... I'm pregnant which means there is a small chance you and I may never get the chance to dance the night away together. What is a pregnant bride to do? I have daily talks with Bean to wait until after the wedding the make Mommy fat, but there is no guessing what children will do. They tend to have a mind of their own. So, in the meantime, as you hang beautifully from the closet I will try my hardest to stop eating pasta and ice cream. It's not good for the baby anyway, right?
Oh, wedding dress. How I hope for us to meet again very soon. Maybe on the night of September 26th, 2010? I hear there's this awesome party going on.
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