Why not kick off Mother's Day weekend with the baby shower that my mom threw me last weekend? It wasn't a surprise -- which was what I wanted -- and was held at my cousin's restaurant, the Maplewood III. Everything was beautiful. My mom outdid herself with the decorations, as did my cousin with the food. Most importantly, opening all those bottles, onesies, and teethers made me realize that a tiny new person will come to live with the husband and me very soon.
Even as I write this, I can feel baby girl kick. All of my doctors say that she's "a very busy baby," and one even asked if I'd had caffeine! (Just for the record, I hadn't.) It's amazing to think that she's got her own little life going on in there. Even if I'm a little worried that I won't be able to keep up with her once she comes out.
That said, I know I went overboard with these pics. But I couldn't decide. Because the ones at home are all perfect and posed, whereas the ones at the shower are more natural, right down to my outfit unraveling. Yet all of them are part of my story. Because as with most things in life, the truth -- and the true me -- fall somewhere in the middle.
This is the kind of corny kernel that baby girl can expect to hear regularly. All I can say is, kid, get used to it. 😏🎀👶