“Are you ready?” Levi asked me from in front of the mirror where he had been adjusting his bowtie for the last five minutes or so.

I was nervously tugging on the wrist tulle lace of the dinner gown I was wearing. I was more than ready to tear it off my body because of how uncomfortable I was in it. It was itchy and so tight, and there had not been a large size for me.

It was custom that the mother of the pregnant wife be the one to choose the dress for the banquet. Not that the dress was ...