Next week the husband and I will fly back east to attend ANOTHER wedding. This one is extra special, because I am a bridesmaid, and it will be an autumn wedding in New England. What could be better?
I waited until today for the final fitting of my bridesmaid’s getup. It’s a good thing I waited, because I have recently added an extra layer of mushy flesh all over my body. This extra flesh is what makes my pants too tight. It makes me bump into things that used to seem so far away. It makes my waist pooch out under my cute t-shirts, now rendered unwearable.
The alien flesh is too much for the bridesmaid’s dress, which only weeks ago looked pretty hot on this mama-to-be. When I tried it on today, I was able to zip it up, but unable to breathe, move, or sit. Given the length of a bridesmaid’s workday, this discomfort would be out of the question. The dress has to be let out.
The coolest thing about the fitting, though, was that in profile, my little belly was clearly visible. Both the seamstress and I remarked that the belly wasn’t there when I came in a few weeks ago. So, hello, Belly! This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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