I had my first real ‘miss my family and friends so much’ moment the other night. I had my first real dress fitting – actually trying something on. At first I was really excited to see what it actually looked like on but once I had it on, I wasn’t as happy as I thought I would be. It wasn’t quite what I had pictured in my mind – I thought I would slip it on and instantly feel slim and beautiful but I didn’t. But with no one there with me, it was hard to look at it objectively – the dress wasn’t finished, I was just trying on the underneath part (not sure of the correct dressmaker term), it will look so different when it is finished. All I could think of was ‘I look terrible’.  Then, because I was a bit upset, I forget to ask all of the questions I wanted to ask the dressmaker. I think having my Mum or my bridesmaids there would have made things a lot better. But after a call to one of my bridesmaids and call to the dressmaker the next morning, I am feeling much better.  And I have 2 weeks until the next fitting – 2 weeks of hard slog! Go operation wedding bod!