The sweet receptionist at the bridal boutique assured me that I would really feel like I was getting married after I tried on the first wedding dress. Several wedding dresses later, I didn’t feel any more engaged than I had when I first walked in.
I had tried on every kind of dress imaginable–lacy dresses and satiny dresses, full-skirted princess dresses and sleek A-line dresses. But each of the several-sizes-too-large try-on dresses swallowed me. I didn’t look like a bride; I looked like a little girl. I felt like one too. I just wanted to go home and watch Disney movies.
It wasn’t what I expected wedding dress shopping to be like. I expected something a little more glamorous and a little less like playing dress up.
As I plugged my pump back in, I asked my mom, “How long have we been here?”
Oops. I found unplugging and plugging and unplugging the pump while trying on different dresses a bit awkward, so I ended up tossing it in the dressing room with my jeans and my t-shirt. I had been without insulin for two hours. No wonder I didn’t feel so great.
I didn’t get my dress that day. But I did learn a lesson for future dress shopping:
Don’t leave your pump in the dressing room.