I did practice last night in my costumes, and I think the most important thing I discovered was that my top isn't fitting quite so nicely anymore. Why? Well, because I didn't even buy my blue costume until after I had Anne, and last time I wore it, I was in heavy nursing mode. Now, Anne nurses only a few times per day, and let's just say that the frontal *presentation* isn't quite so perky anymore. Oh, who am I kidding? It isn't perky AT ALL anymore. Kind of depressing, actually. Well, I do remember that after Henry weaned, there was a bit of re-perking after a few months or so. Or did I just dream that? I don't know. But that's my delusion, and I'm stickin' to it.
But at any rate, none of this helps me for my hafla on Saturday. I tightened the neck straps for extra UMPH! and am hoping for the best. My improvisation is fine, but I'm feeling anxious about it. Are they bored?! That's the thought that will be racing, RACING through my mind at approximately 8:24 Saturday evening. Oh sigh. I hope it goes ok.