My heart is breaking, y’all. That gorgeous blue dress I ordered for the Navy Ball is on back order until 10/10. Considering that’s the actual date of the ball, I’m going to have to find something else. I am not looking forward to trying stuff on in person, since it takes fourteen tries to find the right size for the right designer. Online they have lovely little size charts, although I’ve been basing all my measurements of these ginormous melons attached to my chest since they’re currently the biggest part of me. Who knows what’s going to be sticking out by October. I may just give up and wear sweatpants and my “NOT FAT PREGNANT” shirt. At least then I could make the best of the all-you-can eat crabcakes.