Okay, I already made edits to the previous post, but just in case you were unsure, I am not pregnant.

I mean, yes, I admitted that I just bought maternity dresses. But I like to think that they work for me because I have a large chest and they accommodate the ladies. Also, did I mention I was a 1 in that department?

Anyway, some of you know that I bought my wedding dress long before I was engaged. Now, that’s not some crazy girlfriend scheme I had cooked up where I mentioned that I had a wedding dress just hanging in my closet to my boyfriend all the time. Actually, it was quite the opposite. The day I got it I shoved it so far back into my closet that I was really afraid that Ben would think I was even suggesting we do that in the near future (of course the silly boy already had a ring, but I was unaware).

No, I bought it because I knew it was the one the minute I saw it. I’m not one to really shop around and compare stuff. When I like it, I like it, and that’s it. I’ve done this with apartments, boyfriends, dresses – whatever. My wedding dress, the dress of all dresses, was no exception.

A few months later I found something else. Something else entirely. It was even the wrong season to buy it, but whatever, remember how when I like something I really really like something and there’s no going back? Yeah.

Yeah. Promise NOT PREGNANT, NO MA’AM.