Dressing the best

So I am happy to announce that I found my wedding dress.

And bought it.

Well half down anyway.

I am so excited!

The story is a bit strange...
My sister, that lives in California, was home for Christmas so my mom was determined that she was going to see this wedding dress that I had tried on the last time that we went shopping. She called the bridal shop at the beginning of New Year's week. They were going to be closed on Wednesday and Thursday for the holidays. Unfortunately I had to work Monday and Tuesday, and I was leaving to go to Cary to visit Paul and his parents. So it was looking as if the modeling wasn't going to happen.

I could tell she was pretty bummed out about it. I decided to make a detour on my way to Cary and stop in Concord to try it on for her. (It was more for my mom then Lindsay, who probably didn't care either way.)

We met up at the bridal shop as soon as it opened on Friday. We all got piled in the little house and I explained to the ladies I wanted to try on this dress again for my sister. They had the style number on file from my last visit. We began to look through the dresses in the little bridal room. The attendant looked a little flustered as she couldn't find the dress anywhere. I shrugged not expecting anything strange. I work in retail and I know nothing is ever where its suppose to be. She came back in dragging the long dress behind her. I jumped into it in the dressing room (literally I have to jump into it). She disappeared as soon as she got me zipped up.

My mom and sister where admiring the dress when she slinked back in the doorway. I was standing on a little platform and she looked up at me and said, "We need to talk about this dress." My heart shank. What does that mean, I thought silently. "Uh huh" I replied. She proceeded to explained to me that the designer has decided as of the end of the year to discontinue making this style. I'm sure all the blood disappeared from my face.

She quickly began to explain my 'options' for getting this dress if I was serious that this was "the dress". I nodded and looked back my mom, who agreed. Well I could pay the designer a $50 fee to cut the dress for a limited time. Or I could buy the sample model I currently had on my body. The woman explained that I could get a 20% discount on the sample model. I stared at the dress, looking back and forth at it and the mirrors. Then I furrowed my brow and looked back at my mom and cocked my head at her. "Am I missing the reason why I shouldn't buy the sample model?" She shrugged, she thought it was fine if I was ok with it. So I looked at the sales person and replied, "I want it then!" I put half the amount down. They needed to keep it for a bit to take out the zipper panel in the back and check and make sure there were no defects and all the beading was fine.

I finally stepped off the platform and exclaimed I had to get out of this thing that I was sweating now! Ha!

On the way out my sister ran into one of her high school friends who happened to be wedding dress shopping with her sister as well.

Random...

I now know this the right dress. I am doing the right thing. I am so ready.

Baby Fever?!

So my other baby having friend just had her second little boy. Colton 6 lbs. 6 oz. and 20 inches.

Plus I spent the better part of the past two days with Jessica and little Logan.

I can officially say that I do NOT have baby fever.

Not that Logan isn't too adorable. It just occurred to me yesterday, while watching him eat, sleep, poop, that I'm certainly not ready for all that. He is a super sweet baby. He is pretty content most of the time. But he wants to do it when he wants to do it and there is nothing you can do to deviate from that schedule. Well you can but its not pretty. I spent part of the day accompanying him and her to the chiropractor and the grocery plus stopping for lunch. He was so irritated by having his scheduled thrown. She couldn't feed him at the moment he was hungry and there wasn't a good place to change him at lunch. Then after eating all he wanted to do at the grocery was to be carried around by mommy.

Its just amazing the amount of care and consideration for that being of life. Every moment you have to think of him. Consider his needs even above your own. Well not me but the mommy.
Its hard for her to focus on herself. Even as basic as bathing, eating, hydrating herself is pushed aside. Its nuts to think that's how it is. But somehow I get it.

I'm glad that I can be there and help, but also I get to see it all first hand. I feel like a lot of the time I'm just sitting back and absorbing and learning. Its for my own personal knowledge base but also I want to be ready when I get to babysit him.

Its amazing to watch Jessica interact with him. She's cuddly, sweet, and caring. I'm not surprised that she is. It's amazing to see her know how to react to every burp, squeak, moan, whine, and cry.

I love that baby. He is precious.

But I see her exhaustion. The brink of insanity that she teeters on daily.
I know its just the first few months. So does she. And the routine has been getting better.


Again I do NOT have baby fever. I am perfectly content going and seeing them a few times a week. But no thank you on having my own right now.

Although I do have marriage fever. NOT wedding fever. Get it straight people.

The thoughts of planning and having the wedding is totally stressful. But the thoughts of being married to Paul... makes me ridiculously elated.

I can't wait till his last semester is over and he can move down here. It's strange to think that when I moved away from him we were facing two long years away from each other. Now its just 5 months. Less than half a year. I can hardly believe it. It is going to be here before we know it. I'm so excited.

Now I'm just getting gooey.

To sum it up: One more time I do NOT have baby fever or wedding fever. Just marriage fever. Mostly just in love with Paul. I love little Logan. Jessica and Brian are awesome friends, parents and people. I'm excited my dad got and enjoys his new C-pap machine. I'm glad Paul is having a blast in Vegas. My mom continues to be irritated with me about spending so much time at the MacIntoshs'.

That's about it for an update. Have a great weekend all.