Turns out the bride, my BFF, made an "executive decision" after seeing the sizing charts and ordered me a 22 instead. I knew I was just inches from fitting into it but I couldn't get the "what if" thoughts out of my head and went with the 24 anyways. I know better, I'll fit in the 22 and I'll still need it brought in 6 sizes ;) They said they can bring it in any number of sizes so I'm not bothered getting a bigger size at this point.
Here's the thing. I started my WLS journey at a size 24 and had surgery wearing a 22. I once wore a 26 at my heaviest. Am I wearing any 24s now? NONE. I recently shipped any remaining size 24s off to a newly banded blog buddy :) Am I wearing 22s? No... 20 - nope... I'm in an 18. Firmly. I don't get any muffin top with an 18 and, for the love of god, I can breathe in them... comfortably. I'm an 18!!! I have 16s in my closet but I get some mean muffin top and I'm not quite ready for those pups yet.
I'm done beating myself up over having to order a freaking bridesmaids dress in a bigger size. I know I'm not a 22 or a 24... I know better. 'Nuff said.
Oh and since we all love pics.. here's a relatively unattractive picture of me from the side with my kiddo. We rode on the "Ducks" in Wisconsin Dells. They used to use them in the military and they go on the land and in the water. Fun stuff.