After a particularly gruesome GI appointment this week–an appointment I’m not ready (and will never be ready) to discuss, I thought I’d lighten my tumultuous week with the exciting act of wedding dress shopping!
I can’t even tell you how excited I’ve been to try on dresses. Basically my second thought after “oh, he proposed!” was A-Line or Mermaid?
But when it comes down to it, I have no idea what looks good on me. I basically live in yoga pants and tunics. This is not a fashion blog.
Another thing I should mention? My wedding isn’t until December 2015. That’s a little ways away. But that’s okay–because wedding dresses take a long time to customize. I’m sure I’ll also get to see what different styles look good on my body during my thinnest and fullest–a result of how bad my gastroparesis flares are, ranging in a 10 lb bracket of gain and loss.
Even though I was on pins and needles waiting to go shopping with my mom and FMIL (future mother in law for those of you not addicted to the wedding sub-reddits) I was having a miserable few days symptom-wise. And on our way to the bridal shop I was sweating through my clothes from stomach pain, chasing Zofran tablets with Altoids.
The shop we went to was amazing. They had these gorgeous dresses from Australia (a trunk show) and I got a crash course in gowns. First of all they’re basically made of titanium. I’ve always wondered how my dress would stay up without a bra–but these things are like body armor. Between the boning and how tightly they bind you in there–nothing is moving. Not an inch.
After just trying on two gowns I was beat. It took a lot more effort than I had anticipated and the constant pulling and tugging of corsets had me anxiously wondering if I’d be stuck with a dress if I puked on it. The only thing that reassured me was that if I fainted in the dress, I’d never feel it. All that tulle and satin–it’s like a comforter down there.
After the two dresses I embarrassingly told the shop owner, two attendants, my mom and Carin that I might be done in for the day. They were all really supportive, but while sitting on a bench outside the store flipping through one of the bridal magazines they’d given us–I was pretty depressed–and sweaty, and really nauseated.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all week…” I whined.
“They’re open every day, we can go back whenever you’re feeling better,” Carin assured me. But after ten minutes of cooling down I wanted to go back in and at least take a look at the gowns. And after a few racks I decided I was feeling well enough to at least try getting back into some gowns.
Alright ,this is the part you’re waiting for. First thing first–the pictures I”m about to show you were from dresses that didn’t make the cut. I found one dress at the end that I LOVED. I had a real Yes to the Dress moment–veil and shoes and everything. But that’s still on my “maybe” list, so I don’t want to risk revealing a potential dress before the big day.
So here are the loser dresses!
You can tell which were the ones I wasn’t serious about because I didn’t even think to take my sunglasses off my head.
It was just my first time and I didn’t faint or puke in the dressing room, so I think we’re off to a good start! Glad I got to share the moment with my Mom and future mother in law. Despite the flare it was still a great experience. I’m kind of just in a place now where I’m accepting that I’m still going to have to deal with my disease even through this really exciting period in my life–and I’m just reminding myself through the ups and downs that if all I’ve got to complain about is a little dysautonomia–I’m already better off than most brides to be.