My BIG FAT Valentines Day

I stood in the mirror looking at the Big Fat Red Blob for what seemed like an hour. 

 It was Valentines Day and I had bought the most beautiful red dress IN THE WORLD. It was short and flirty with a sweetheart neck line that would flatter my body perfectly. OR SO I THOUGHT.

I was in the mall the week before valentines day shopping for hours. My Fiancé and I had dinner reservations to one of the most elegant restaurants downtown and I wanted to look my absolute best. I stumbled across many great stores with cute dresses but I didn't want just any dress I want THE ONE.  All day I imagined how I would react when I finally laid eyes on the dress of perfection. And just as I imagined It was a moment to remember.

There it was hanging in the window of Charlotte Rouse in all of its glory. My body stood as stiff as a statue just staring at it as I thought of the look on my fiancé's face when he saw me wearing it for the first time.

 IT WAS PERFECT! I HAD TO HAVE IT! SO I WAISTED NO TIME. I BOUGHT THE DRESS OFF THE MANNEQUIN WITHOUT EVEN TRYING IT ON.

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was not taking on of my good friends with me when I went dress shopping who would politely remind me that I AM PREGNANT AND THEREFORE CAN NO LONGER FIT INTO SHORT LITTLE RED FLIRTY DRESSES.

So there I stood In the mirror staring at the blob of fat that was my four-month-pregnant belly just thinking to myself, Taylor you are such an IDIOT how could you forget that you're pregnant. How could you not try the dress on before you bought it? An For Gosh Sakes WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO FAT.

It was then it hit me....... I'm Pregnant... And Pregnant Means You Will Gain Weight.

In the distance of my thoughts I heard a faint knocking on the door. It was my fiancé calling out to me. "Babe you still alive?" he said. "We're gonna miss our reservations."

I opened the door to allow him to see the disaster of what I had been dealing with in hopes he would understand that I needed more time to get ready. I was not at all expecting what would come out of his mouth next.

"Babe you are beautiful!" he said.

His whole face lit up while he stared at me and my fat. It warmed my heart in the most way possible. I had fully expected him to see me the way I had seen myself and disapprove but he was all the way different. I whined that I hated the way the dress made me look because I felt fat and couldn't fit it. He said he thought my baby bump was so cute and loved that I was carrying his child. His googly-eyed look never left his face. He told me no matter what I wear I would be beautiful and my growing belly is just the sign of a healthy baby and that made him most happy.

The rest of the evening I caught myself looking at him just thinking about how Truly lucky I am to have him. I can feel comfortable in my new pregnant body because I know that I am beautiful no matter what. It is still hard sometimes that i cannot fit all of my beautiful clothes but it is so nice to have the Best Support System in the world.

Shout out to all the fathers, husbands, boyfriends, and brothers that encourage their women and sisters no matter what their size or shape :)