Hark the herald angels sing!
Glory to the newborn King!
My dress fits, with room to spare.
I can now eat the occasional chicken finger or jalapeño popper sans regret and my fiancé can sleep in heavenly peace without having to endure the nightly sounds of me sobbing into my pillow.
All's well that ends well, except that I totally forgot to try sitting in it and was highly advised to steam it on the wedding day. Seriously? I have to buy a steamer now?!
I still have one final fitting left. Hopefully it'll be a piece of wedding cake.