Bridesmaid Dress Horror Stories

Going to a wedding this past weekend made me think back to my wedding and the two weddings I’ve been in. The first wedding I was in was my best friend’s, and she picked out dresses at B. Moss that were super cute. I wore mine for quite a while afterward, and I’m hoping to be able to fit back into it after the baby is born.

Then, there was the second wedding. I was a bridesmaid in Joe’s sister’s wedding, and her color was green. I thought it was neat that she was going outside the “typical” colors because, really, I hadn’t seen green picked as a color before. We also were able to pick out our own bridesmaid dresses, which was a nice luxury, but that season there were absolutely NO green dresses anywhere. I cannot even count how many stores we went to before I finally picked the one dress that fit me at Macy’s. It wasn’t floor length like Joe’s sister wanted — it more like hit me in the middle of the calf — and it wasn’t the most attractive shade of green and was shiny, but it worked. And, frankly, I didn’t have a lot of time to continue searching for one.

However, I absolutely HATED it. I felt like such a dork wearing it, especially since the other bridesmaids were able to find floor length dresses, and now it is stuffed in the back of my closet with the rest of the dresses I only wore once. I probably should give it away to Goodwill because maybe someone would like it.

Not only was my dress awful, but the stylist who did my hair (and to this day I still cannot believe how much I paid him) basically plastered my hair to my head. I don’t look at all feminine in the pictures. If you looked at me from the front, I looked like I had a guy’s haircut. Seriously. It was awful.

Now it’s your turn to share. Have you ever been a bridesmaid and had to wear a dress that you thought was hideous? Tell me all about it!

11 Weeks

Here we are with a week left in the first trimester. Week 12 starts on Wednesday, and that’s when we’re going in for our 12-week NT scan. I’m so excited. I just want to see Smudge again. I get so paranoid and think about what could go wrong probably, as Joe says, because so much has gone wrong in our quest for a baby. It’s hard to imagine this going right.

Here I am at 11 weeks. I look more pregnant in my empire-waist shirts than I do in regular shirts, but it’s ok.

11 week belly shot

11 week belly shot

At 11 weeks, I’m:

  • Hungry ALL.THE.TIME. Seriously, it’s insane. I’ll eat breakfast or lunch, and a little while later I’m STARVING again. I’m sure ready for my appetite to go back to normal!
  • Peeing constantly. Apparently it’s because the baby is resting on my bladder. It’s insane. I’m usually up every hour during the night. Yikes.
  • In maternity pants. They are *so* much more comfortable than regular pants and, since everyone knows I’m pregnant, there’s no need to hide it. I might as well go for comfort.
  • Self-conscious about my stomach. I didn’t start out with a flat stomach, so now it’s just a lot larger. In empire-waist shirts I look pregnant (at least in my eyes), but in regular shirts I just look blubbery, like I’ve been hitting the cookies too much.
  • Incredibly paranoid and fearful. I have a week to go until I’m pretty much out of the dangerzone, and I’m so scared that when I go in for my u/s on Wednesday, I’m going to get bad news. Joe says that’s because the road to get here has been so rough. I honestly know deep down that things are fine, but there’s still that little bit of fear. I’m sure it’s normal.
  • I am counting down the days until Week 13 gets here.

    Cute Cat Stories

    These cat stories and pictures are going to become slightly fewer once Smudge is born! Something tells me the cats won’t mind too much. 😉

    Cute cat story #1: Callie tends to go to the bathroom outside the litter box. At least it makes it a little less like Julius is gone. Well, the went to the bathroom on the floor either last night or this morning and, since she knows it really irritates Joe, she knocked a baby bodysuit off the kitchen table to try to cover it up. She missed, but she’s pretty darn smart. And the bodysuit got tossed right into the wash. 🙂

    Cute cat story #2: AJ is petrified of the vacuum cleaner. Just the sight of it outside the closet makes him run for cover under our bed. So, after Joe used it the other night, what did he do? He left it right in between the food bowls and the litter box.

    vacuum

    I told Joe he has to clean up after AJ goes to the bathroom on the carpet. 🙂

    My Lumps, My Lumps

    My lovely progesterone lumps. I am on the final stretch of my nightly progesterone shots, and the end cannot come soon enough. The shots themselves haven’t been *too* bad, although here toward the end they’re getting a little bit more painful. I guess my muscle is running out of room.

    No, the shots aren’t awful, but what really bugs me are the lumps under my skin. I was shocked the other night when I found a *huge* lump on my right hip. It was insanely big. I’ve had smaller ones, but this was the first big one.

    Oh, and did I mention that both my hips hurt, especially when I get up from sitting or lay on my sides. I need to start using my heating pad more. I stopped because the shots weren’t hurting, but then I realized I still need it. Maybe it will help stop new lumps from forming.

    I was scheduled to run out of PIO on May 18, which is two days shy of my 12-week mark, but my IVF coordinator said to go ahead and knock the dose down from 1 cc to 1/2 a cc. It was make the shots last longer, but at least I’m taking a smaller dose and don’t have to order a new bottle.

    I’m ready to be done with the shots, not only for my comfort but for the fact that the last step of my IVF journey will be over, and I’ll be a normal pregnant woman.

    Mother’s Day

    Last year was the worst Mother’s Day I can remember. We had been trying to conceive for just more than a year, and instead of becoming pregnant and celebrating with my child, I watched as my sister-in-law celebrated with Harrison. Don’t get me wrong, I love her and Harry to death, and I was happy for her, but it was hard. I had to leave the table and go in the other room when tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. My dad, knowing how hard it was for me, gave me a hug, and told me he loved me and that it would be my turn soon.

    And, he was right. This year, I finally got to be part of the Mother’s Day celebrations, not as a mom, yet, but as a mom-to-be. I was the center of attention yesterday as everyone wanted me to open my cards and presents before my mom and grandma did. I got cards from everyone, and my parents got me “Today’s Moms: Essentials for Surviving Baby’s First Year”.

    today's mom

    I love books like this, and this one is written by two producers of the “Today Show”, which is awesome because that’s my favorite morning show. I can’t wait to get into this book.

    This morning, Joe woke me up to give me two cards — one from the cats, and one from him and Smudge — and a stuffed lion that plays “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” when you push its stomach. It’s adorable, and I know Smudge will love it. He also took me out to breakfast at IHOP. Yum!

    This afternoon, we’re heading to Joe’s parents to celebrate with them. I’m looking forward to next year when Smudge will be here to celebrate with us.

    Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms, moms-to-be and moms with angel babies! I hope you all have a nice, relaxing day.

    Worry Wart

    In case you haven’t noticed, I worry. A lot. I realized today that I’ve been worrying so much I haven’t been able to enjoy this pregnancy. There’s not as much to enjoy during the first trimester as there are during the others, but just being pregnant is enough. I realized today that I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m pregnant and that this happens to us, and I think that’s why I worry. I always expect the negative to happen. I can’t fathom the fact that that’s not how it’s going to work this time.

    I received a pair of maternity pants I had ordered today, and I was so excited to try them on. However, they didn’t fit *and* they had a tapered leg, which I hate. I really don’t understand how the large was so uncomfortable when my other pants are the same size and quite comfy. I guess it just depends on the size and style, as with other types of clothing.

    I’ll have more later on my 10th week along with a picture (hopefully!). I’m warning you right now though — I don’t look pregnant, just super fat.