Wedding Dress and Shoes Update

My wedding dress arrived this week and last night was the time to go in and try it on. It was finally the time to find out if I still had the same love for that dress now as I did six months ago when I bought it. As my blog followers know this is something I have been completely worried about. I was having nightmares that it's the wrong dress and I have been stressed out that I am going to hate the dress when I see it and there is no room in the budget to get a new dress. Even if there was room in the budget we are out of time since these dresses take so long to get in. I was worred that I would have to settle on a white dress that I found at the mall. And by worried I mean stressed, anxious and freaking out. I am not an outward emotional person so all this has been kept deep inside me so Andy wouldn't know the true level of stress over this dress. If he knew he would just tell me to stop watching Say Yes to the Dress. I do agree that I need to stop watching that show, but it's like my crack because it is very addicting. So, I arrived nervously to the dress store and my parents met me there. Yes, my parents are in town this week and I am very glad because then they are able to see the dress before Mexico since they were not there with me when I bought it. Once I got the dress on I wondered why I was so stressed out about it because the dress is aboslutely perfect! I just love it and I am happy with my dress choice. I was also very pleased with how well it fit me. The only alterations I need are "up top." Basically I can't gain a pound or lose any weight from now until then since the dress fits so perfect! I told my mother that if she would have blessed me more with my top half then the dress would be perfect with no alterations needed and that means savings in her pocket. So, yes, the top of the dress not fitting snug is my mothers fault for providing me with "little genes." HA HA! Just kidding, but my mom did find my comment funny and so did the bridal consultant. My dad didn't say much about my joke; however, he did provide opinions and ideas. I was shocked because my dad is not one for words so I really liked to hear what he had to say. I had my shoes (more on the shoe drama to come) and they look amazing with the dress. The shoes are perfect and thanks mom for finding them because I love them. My dad didn't understand all the drama over the shoes since you can't see them under the dress, but that's ok because he is a dad and they generally don't understand that stuff anyway. The Shoe Drama: In my last post I discussed the anxiety over getting the perfect shoe. I first ordered a pair and they were not the right shoe. Then my mom found a pair for me, but JCP didn't have the right color or size and it was back ordered on their website. That caused my mom to run to the JCP in Madison to pick up the right color in a size 7 and bring them with her to Arizona this week. Ok, we are up to speed. When they got here on Wednesday night we were talking about the shoes and how she brought them out, etc. She went to get them so I could try them on and make sure I still like the them. I put one shoe on and immediately loved the shoe so I reached in the box for the left shoe and it wasn't there. I immediately thought maybe my mom was looking at them in their bedroom and it was just in the other room. Then my mom was shocked when I asked for the second shoe. We realized it was probably the shoe on display back in Madison. This was a tad bit stressful because I really wanted the shoes for the dress fitting the following night. Of course my mom was on the phone to JCP in Madison to explain what happened and asked them to fix the problem. After much discussion we found out there are only two stores here in the Phoenix metro area that had the color and size in stock. One was pretty far from our house and the other was in the ghetto of Phoenix. The JCP of Madison contacted the JCP in the Phoenix ghetto ensure they would hold the shoes for us. So, the plan was my parents were going to head to the ghetto to pick up the much needed shoes for my dress appointment the following day. My mom will take the one shoe back with her to the JCP in Madison next week. This story was too funny. I wasn't mad because I figured I had at least one shoe with me to see if it would work with the dress, but JCP came through and solved our problems. So, I LOVE the dress and the shoes. Now, if I can only figure out how to calm my stress and nerves so I don't lose any weight from now until then everything would be perfect!