As of today, 40 days until our wedding, I have nothing to wear.
Wait! That't not true! I have shoes and my veil.
I returned my replacement dress. It was a very beautiful dress but I felt very fat and not pretty in it, and decided w-day is the one day I should be exempt from feeling those things.
So now I wait. I wait for the call from the store owner, or perhaps a miracle....that a package containing my wedding dress will be on my doorstep one evening. I have a few other options as well...I just really want the dress I paid for and ordered in February. BUT...if I can't have it, I'm still getting married to my lovely fiancé and that is the most important thing and I know it. He has been so great through all of this; completely supportive and somehow conveyed his "it doesn't matter what you wear" man-neutrality on my clothing for our wedding without upsetting me.
So I say fuck it. Fuck this dress bullshit and the sleep I've lost over it.
I'm getting married in 40 days!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!