My Best Friend’s Shower
When I first arrived at college eons ago, I was a wild lost soul. A wild lost soul in all the best kinda ways. A wild lost soul hungry for answers to all life’s hard questions, hungry for adventure and exploration and pushing of boundaries, hungry to learn about myself and this crazy world I lived in. My heart was an open book and my soul had that “let’s go!” kinda energy. Janet was there for it all and she had the same kind of energy. 
I nearly drowned in my tears last summer at her wedding rehearsal dinner as I gave a speech detailing my love for and admiration of her. It was last October that she called me with “exciting news” and I shared the same “exciting news” with her too. In fact, it was news that resulted in the birth of this blog. You can reminisce with me by checking out our first ever post here. 
Today is her baby shower and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The two of us have rode camels in Egypt and elephants in Thailand, we’ve camped in Mexico, took a 24 hour bus ride together in India, drove all the way to Louisiana and back again, been sky diving together, gone on double dates together, shared bunk beds in college, and it almost seems in line with fate that our due dates would be within days of each other. She is bound to be the most beautiful mom around.
Here’s a few things I collected for part of her gift, though they’ll be many more along the way.
25 Weeks
I’ve mentioned it many times here on the blog, but I’ve wanted to be a mom since the days I started sporting pig tails. I mean people would talk about growing up to be dentists and doctors and veterinarians and truthfully, the only thing that ever seemed like the perfect fit for me was to be a mom. Even as a full time nurse, I consider myself first a mom then a nurse. I used to marvel at pregnant woman. I’d smile at them and think to myself how beautiful they were. It’s like they say, I’d see a glowing ring around pregnant woman. Part envy, part awe. They embodied everything I wanted out of life. Pregnant woman were like walking miracles to me.
And here I am, pregnant once again and I don’t feel that way at all. I always assumed I’d feel the way other pregnant woman looked: graceful, strong, and angelic. Instead, my back hurts. And that’s all I can think about. Maybe this is why not every pregnant woman would smile back at me. Maybe their backs hurt too.
24 Weeks
Time seemed to be buzzing by, it seemed like I only knew what week of pregnancy I was in because I was blogging about it. Now time has slowed and July feels like forever away. I’m tired. I’m still sleeping good, but for whatever reason my back aches like hell when I’m on my left side so I can only sleep on my right side. That is, until the arm I’m lying on falls asleep and I have to switch to my left side, which is only temporary because then my back starts hurting. You get the idea. And worst of all, I find myself secretly planning on and hoping for an early delivery. Why is this dangerous, you ask? Because Hooper stayed cookin’ in the pot until I was nearly 42 weeks and had to evacuate him from the womb. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but those two weeks being post-due were absolutely emotionally excruciating. Those two weeks have formed my number one advice given to first time mom’s: Plan on a 42 week gestational period. As my due date passed, it started to feel like the gap between my due date and a supposed expiration date was closing. To avoid this turmoil, I’ve opted to go with the latest possible due date and in my own head I’ve added a week or so on to this. But, with time now beginning to slow the idea of cutting a month off this pregnancy and still giving birth to a full-term baby is more than tantalizing. In any case, I hate to complain this early on. I know things are bound to get bigger and more uncomfortable and at this point, I ought to praise the pregnancy gods that I can still put my shoes on and even bend over to tie the laces. And, of course, I’d also like to praise the pregnancy gods for this beautiful gift growing inside me. It may bring discomfort and fatigue and all that good stuff, but with each little jab, wiggle, and kick, I’m reminded that it truly is a blessing and the best gift I’ll ever be given.
Post-Pregnancy-Prize-Pack
It’s no secret that I dream of clothes I can wear when I’m no longer pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I love the challenge of making what I own work with my pregnant belly. But when I separated my little closet into my no way will I be able to wear this section and my clothes that MAY work with pregnancy section, I immediately started missing the neglected half. I remember taking a childbirth class when I was pregnant with Hooper and the instructor suggested the women buy a dress during their pregnancy that they plan on wearing after giving birth. A little gift from your pregnant self to your newly defined mama self. My eyes instantly lit up as I told Willy, she’s the one who suggested it, not me. Well this time around I thought I’d do something similar, though a little grandeur. I’m putting together what I’m calling a post-pregnancy-prize-pack. I’ve bought a few things over the past few months that in no way, shape, or form are appropriate for the two of us. And when I say the two of us I mean myself and this incredibly noticeable jetting out belly o’ mine. So I’ve placed these little gems in a delicate little box where I hope to forget them and then re-marvel at them at a later time, post birth. Who said I was going to include my favorite bottle of wine as well? I didn’t say that! No I didn’t… Okay, some sweet white wine may be thrown in as well. Cheers!
What would you include in your post-pregnancy-prize-pack?
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Baby Registry Ideas
I’m hesitant to give my two cents on baby registries because I consider my own far from successful. But, what I can offer is a logical list of what you’ll need and tips I learned from mistakes I made. Here we go:


















