I have a confession.
I pumped a bottle for Ava so I could wear this peplum dress to church on Sunday.
I just really miss wearing dresses okay?
And even though I loathe using a breast-pump, like almost as much as going to the dentist, there are a few things that I will endure it for.
Apparently peplum is one of them.
Also, my dentist goes to the same church as me. Which, I'm not going to lie, is sometimes weird. Like, "hey, you've looked into the deep recesses of my mouth, shall we sing this hymn now?"
It's almost as awkward as that one time when the OB-GYN that delivered Hannah (who was not a woman) also went to my church...
This started with peplum and ended kind of awkward...