The praise the Lord for Spanx and big skirts Edition

I've been dreading today for quite some time. This morning definitely didn't disappoint the mood.

I woke up 10 minutes early in preparation for my day. I still left the house at the same time. Apparently that 10 minute deprivation of precious sleep means an extra 10 minutes in the shower trying to recover. Who knew!

I was in a hurry. The lights on my way to work were funky. They would turn green only long enough for two cars to go through.

Sometimes I think God has a sense of humor that I don't get. After taking the needed detour, I realized that God was just trying to get my attention. He was trying to calm my nerves. Nerves that have been building for exactly 29 days.

Today I have to get measured for Amber's bridesmaid dress.

Let's not talk about that right now. I'm getting hives.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this dress. It's got a skirt that looks bunchy, a small ribbon around the waist and a strapless bodice that looks like dresses they have on the red carpet. When I get invited to the Oscars, I'll have my dress!

It's in a divine color called eggplant. I'm truly excited to wear this dress. I typically don't get overly enthused about bridesmaid dresses. Perhaps it's the stigma. This one won my little, award show loving heart.

In order to get the dress, some woman has to wrap a measuring tape around parts of my body I would rather not discuss to get me the right size. I fear this almost as much as I fear heights, big toe hair and the word panties.

I fear they'll have to special order the dress to fit me or they'll have to order a size that would make me cry out loud.

I had these same fears when I got fitted for my own wedding dress. It turned out they had to order one that was three sizes bigger than I thought I was. God is good. The seamstress doing the alterations told me that I was not that size, but needed one that was two sizes smaller. I still have a special place in my heart for that lady.

I'm only hoping she's switched bridal boutiques and will be the one measuring me today. I'm trying real hard to avoid any chocolate chip cookies before 11 o'clock. They're my go-to in times of fear.

Worst case scenario, I eat a whole batch of those chocolatey morsels, head over to Nordstrom, drop enough dough for a Bentley and buy some Spanx and other marvels in women's shaping garmets. I'll let you know how it goes.

Or not. A women's heart is full of many secrets.