But I digress.
A couple of weeks ago, my friends threw me the loveliest baby shower (my Mother-in-Law hosted it at her house). The theme was "In Full Bloom," which was perfect for the first sunny day we'd had in weeks. Adrienne is an interior designer and Tiffany is a party planner, so as you can imagine, it was a gorgeous shower and I felt incredibly lucky to be celebrating Maybe Baby's arrival.
One of my favorite blogs is a hilarious but also terrible place on the internet called GOMI (Get Off My Internets) where people go to snark on other people's blogs. It can be quite cruel, but it's often extremely funny. My favorite is when snarkers begin calling bloggers "Cara de Pan." For the longest time, I thought it was a reference to a specific fashion blogger, but then I finally realized that it's a translation of "Bread Face." Well, look at these photos and call me Cara. I'm positively puffy.
Also, I make the funniest faces when left to my own devices/when I don't realize I'm being photographed. I've spared you most of my funny faces, but just believe me when I tell you there were quite a few pictures that had me giggling to myself as I flipped through them. This is all proving to me the underlying/subconscious reason I don't "remember" to take many photos with me in them. Oh well. There's a certain charm to being able to remember oneself just as puffy as one actually was during month nine of pregnancy.
Back to the main event: as I said, the shower was beautiful. The food was amazing. I have the most talented friends who can bake and cook with the best of them. There were dark chocolate coconut macaroons, fruit tarts, turkey and brie sandwiches, raspberry french macarons, Italian sodas... I'm getting hungry just thinking about all of the delicious food I ate that morning.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I have the most generous friends. Maybe Baby will be the best dressed and most well-read baby around. A lot of the women at the shower were members of my book group and it was fun that so many of them brought their favorite baby books to add to Maybe's collection. It's fun to have old favorites that I remember from my childhood, and so many new others that I hadn't read before. I can tell I'm going to have lots of fun reading to her every day (or to myself at the beginning?).
It's hard to believe (but extremely exciting) that we'll be meeting her in less than a week!
