The Dress (and the Damage)

So today was the big day - wedding dress shopping with Mom and Carmen. I’ve been putting this off forever because honestly? The idea of trying on white dresses while seven months pregnant seemed like a recipe for tears. But we did it, and oh my GOD.

The Dress (and the Damage)

Found the perfect dress at the second boutique we tried. It’s everything I wanted - elegant but not fussy, fits my bump beautifully, makes me feel like myself but better. Carmen started crying the second I walked out (she claims allergies but we all know better). Mom was so excited she immediately started taking pictures.

Here’s where it gets good: Mom sends the photo to EVERYONE. Including Marcus. I’m standing there in the dress and my phone starts buzzing with his response: ‘I didn’t look I promise.’ Followed immediately by: ‘You look beautiful.’ MARCUS. You clearly looked!

Honestly though, I’m not even mad. Four months until the wedding and now I know he’s going to lose it when he sees me walking down that aisle. Worth breaking tradition for his reaction alone.