- 3 years ago
- Wedding: May 2014
Here’s the thing, I’m looking forward to being married. I’m looking forward to sharing our wedding day with all of our friends and family.
But I seem to be getting more and more grumpy about wedding planning.
I went to my first dress fitting on Saturday and I had worked hard to find a bustier that fit, but the bustier did not fit with the dress. I had left the dress at the shop since I didn’t want there to be a possibility of my fiance accidentally seeing it, so I didn’t have it to try on with the bras I was finding. And finding a bra that actually fit was a huge issue in and of itself. 34GG is not an easy size to find, and when you get that high up on the cup scale, the variation from brand to brand becomes more and more frustrating. It took about 3 months to find a bra that fit and the cups weren’t too high. And I thought that I’d found it!
Well, go in to get the fitting done and the dress barely zips up around my boobs, causing back fat extraordinaire. Cue stress bomb. Then we realize that the bustier can be seen on the neckline. And I about lose it, just giving up because it took me so long to find that stupid bra and now it doesn’t even work with the dress, so that’s another $90 down the drain, because I was so sure about it that I took the tags off. So we try one last edit, to go braless, and let the boning in the dress hold up the girls and have the seamstress really work her magic to make sure I don’t fall out or flop over. It works, mostly. I’m still not feeling totally secure this way, but I don’t really have much choice at this point. Whatever.
Beautiful dress, and I just see my body and how I’ve undone all of the work that I had done last year to get in shape. Cue sad trombone.
I have aunts fussing at me about how I didn’t realize their husband is the Jr. and son is III, so they’re confused about the invitations. I’m not updating my FMIL enough about what’s going on with the wedding and she’s feeling out of the loop. We don’t have transportation settled, yet, and I just don’t care enough to get it done. I’ve ended up just foisting a lot fo the details onto my mom, because she cares more about the details than I do. The one thing I really cared about were the invitations, and they got all sorts of screwed up, so I don’t really trust that any of the rest of the paper suite will come together like I want it to.
Did any of you have this 6-weeks-until-the-wedding crisis? Where you’re both overwhelmed and excited, but totally stressed out that you’re going to screw everything up or that you’re just not doing anything right?