I was in a wedding this weekend. While I was super excited to celebrate such a festive occasion and to represent the bride, I also was bummed to be in a wedding 2 months postpartum. Not only would I have to pump and dump, but honestly, I am a lot bigger than my “normal” size. While I knew the day was not about me, I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t care how I looked. I did and I hated the idea of being in one of my best friend’s wedding albums packing an extra 20 pounds.
The wedding ended up being a blast and once I was there I didn’t focus too much on my size. I mean, I did a little bit. I’m sure my fellow bridesmaids would say I did… a lot, but if they knew how often I held back from talking about it they would be very impressed with how little I I brought it up. It was even harder because I was standing with 5 gorgeous women who all rocked in their dresses. One of them was 7 months pregnant and looked slammin’. You go, Amanda!
There were 6 bridesmaids in total. I LOVE the dresses that the other girls wore but we purchased them when I was 6 months pregnant. We had no idea what size I would be so we had to go with a “safer” dress. I still think mine is super cute and the color is fantastic.
I made my bridesmaids wear burnt orange dresses. I think I actually told the girls that they would surely wear the dress again. I was obviously wearing bridezilla goggles at the time, but I still stand by the choice. Yes, I suck. I know. But the pictures look great!
In my attempts to provide a good back story, I may have taken one of the biggest digressions I have ever taken in a post. The whole reason I started this entry in the first place was to tell the following story…
Before I left for the wedding I tried on the dress and it fit like a glove. Before taking pictures, I pumped.
Below is a visual to give you an idea of what I was doing while the bride and bridesmaids were getting dressed. The woman below is not me. BUT we do use the same pump. I just wish I had her polka dot hands free nursing bra. Pretty fancy.
I didn’t realize pumping would make my dress a whole size bigger!!! Next thing I knew I had multiple bridesmaids and a mother of the bride all hands on deck trying to figure out a creative way to help me keep my dress up. We ended up solving the problem with safety pins and 6 make up puffs. That’s right, I had to stuff my bra! I have never in my life stuffed my bra. I find it pretty funny that it took me over 30 years for this right of passage. As the night went and I filled up with milk I would take out each makeup puff one by one.
While I was panicked at the time, it actually ended up being pretty hilarious. I’m just glad my dress stayed up while I walked down the aisle.