Spanx me

Break out the bubbly, we've reason to celebrate! Aside from the fact that my lovely little boy is thriving (he had his ONE MONTH doctor's appointment Friday; we found out he now weighs 12 pounds 1o ounces! At one month!) and that I am truly loving, loving, loving being his mom, I can already fit into the bridesmaid dress I am to wear next month at B's wedding. Yay! (This is the dress, except we have it in navy.)

I had been somewhat distressed over this not so little matter since I had already purchased the dress. I had just guessed at the size as I had NO CLUE what to expect in the aftermath of the pregnancy that saw my stomach stretch beyond what I would have ever imagined possible. By the very end, I had gained 42 pounds, which is seven pounds over the max recommended weight gain. Oops. But evidently a lot of it was water weight as the majority of it is gone.
That's not to say that everything is, well, as it was. Yet?

Anywho, back to the dress. I had no idea if it would fit. I thought - holy crap! What if I have to buy it again! Not good. Not good.

Well, yesterday, I mustered all of my courage and pulled the dress out of my closet. Standing there in my skivvies, a feeling something close to dread wash over me. But when I slipped it on and zipped it up, I was so relieved! Crisis averted! IT FIT! OK, so it JUST fit. But I have a few weeks... and I have Spanx!

Spanx are a modern miracle. Some act of wizardry and engineering has allowed for the creation of these undergarments that look delicate but have the muscle to squeeze you down at least one size. So, one more month of feeding my little piggy should shave off another couple pounds. And with the Spanx, it should fit perfectly... with no strain on the zipper...