Can you please take this dress off of me right now...

Those were the last words I said to my dress.  Yes, my dress. Yes, the dress I will wear on my wedding day.  

Today is a big day for me.  It's my final dress fitting.  It isn't a big deal because I'm worried about getting overly emotional when I put it on, or because I'm worried about fitting into it, or because I'm worried about not liking it anymore.  It's a big deal because the last time I had it on, I almost fainted.

It seemed like a normal, boring dress fitting (not that I had ever been to one...).  I was standing and standing and standing, listening to the 87 year old seamstress reminisce about her wedding day, while she was pinning and pinning and pinning.  Suddenly, I began feeling antsy.  I was overcome with an intense desire to do anything but stand still.  As I tried to mentally escape and coach myself through the issue, I began feeling light headed.  When my eyes would blink, it would take a few seconds for the scene to come back into full focus. As I was trying to figure out what was happening, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, except it wasn't me.  It was a ghost of me, or at least that's what it looked like.   (And just so you know, I wasn't locking my knees...)

At that point, I knew I needed to sit down.  Trying not to give anything away, I calmly asked if I could take a seat.  Without hesitation and without looking up from her pin pile, Miss 87 pulled over a chair and kept pinning away.  As she reached the end of a section, she looked up and although she already knew the answer, she immediately began asking how I was feeling.  By this point, I was over the dizzy spell, but was now feeling like someone had tied a rubber band around my chest..,not feeling well at all!  Next thing I know, there are three ladies in my room.  Miss 87 with a glass of water, another lady with a makeshift fan, and another with a hundred questions.  While I appreciated all of the gestures, the reality of the situation was that I felt like I couldn't breathe in the dress! At that point, I just wanted it off!  "Can you PLEASE take this dress off of me right now?", I exclaimed!

And that was pretty much the last I saw my dress.  Don't misunderstand me, I was NOT having a Carrie Bradshaw moment (Sex and the City season 4: Carrie has a panic attack and breaks out in hives while trying on a wedding dress and realizes she can't marry Aiden).  And, I like my dress...I love my dress.  However, I could not breathe in my dress.  Today is a big big day....I need to breathe.