a pic and a story about a dress

I don't know about you! But I'm feeling 32! (weeks pregnant)

Heyyyy there!

Ok, thank you guys so much for pretending to like my video! ;) It was a real self esteem booster. I figured I'd post some pictures of my growing baby bump and give you a story, because that's what this blog is for, right?

I would do a pregnancy update, but what's the point? I can just tell you everything is basically the same! Except now I have had an awesome baby shower - thanks mom and mom-in-law - and I have a sweet stroller and stuff. I'm only on the verge of a panic attack when I think of all the other things I need and how I'm going to have a REAL LIFE BABY in under two months. WHAA... breathe, Madeline, breathe. Everything will be fine, right? Still got that darn stuffy nose, but on the bright side I have had absolutely no trouble sleeping. Sleeping is awesome. Maybe it's because of my Snoogle. That's the brand of my body pillow and the word Snoogle never ceases to amuse me.

Anyway, story time! Pregnancy brain story time! Ok, so WAYYYYY back when, I ordered a dress from ASOS. ASOS has the best maternity dresses as far as I am concerned. I feel like for some reason people think that pregnant women need to wear frilly ruffly things all the time? Like we need to be dressed up like presents or something? Gag me. So, ASOS is my jam. Normal clothes with a little more room. Anyway, I ordered this gorgeous dress, and I was super excited about it. This was at the very beginning of July. So I got back from my vacation to Oregon (note to self- blog about Oregon) and the package was not there! I thought for sure it would have been delivered by then. I tracked it online, and it said that it WAS delivered. To Logan. So I was like, that's ok! It will just get forwarded. So I waited a few more days, and nothing was happening. And then I thought to myself, why would they have DELIVERED it if they were going to forward it? That wouldn't happen. So I was perplexed. I actually texted the girl who took our apartment and asked if she had seen a package, and she had not. So I called the post office. The boy I talked to seemed confused. Rightly so! I double checked my confirmation email and saw that the address in Logan the dress was delivered to was the FIRST apartment Alex and I lived in in Logan. Well... I felt sheepish about that. But I asked the post office guy if maybe they could go back to the apartment and get it and then forward it to me? He acted like he would, and said he would give me a call about it. A few days later and still nothing. No call from the post office. Let's be honest, I didn't have my hopes up about that. So, my mom and dad went up to Logan so my dad could get his dream season ticket seats at the stadium, and I asked my mom if she would drop by the apartment and ask for the package. She said she would! When she went, no one answered so she left a note for me asking them to give me a call or forward the package. I waited a couple days and still NOTHING.

I am not kidding you, this was the biggest source of stress in my life ha ha. I would wake up in the morning and it was the first thing I thought of! The dress was $55! I don't have $55 to lose, people! Who does, right? I felt really guilty, because we are buying this house, and we need all this baby stuff, and money is tight as is, so it was terrible to me to think that this would be money down the drain!

Then one day, I remembered that my little sis Abi lives in Logan. So I said, Abi, I need you. She said she would go over to that apartment after work. She went over, and it just happened that the landlords were changing locks or something so she explained the situation to them, and they went in the people's apartment and got the package. It was opened! They had opened my dress! They had seen the note, and opened my dress, and decided not to say anything to me! Like they were going to sell it or something! I'm still mad about it! (Pregnancy rage. Don't mess.) But now Abi has the dress, and I will finally get to try it on tomorrow...

I'm hoping after all this trouble it fits.

Wish me luck!