Did I Mention I'm Spoiled?

Because, oh, I am. Myself and my baby girl. We're both very spoiled. What can I say? We're fabulous.
I was thrown 3 baby showers. 3. Count them. 1-2-3 baby showers. Spoiled.

My dear friend and surrogate aunt Julie threw me a shower with all the lovely ladies in my ward, and I was overwhelmed. There was about 45 on the invite list, and probably 35 showed up or put in an appearance. Those women wardrobed my baby, gave me the first official pack of diapers, and gave me beautiful words of love and warm, supportive hugs. Julie made sure there was a spread for royalty, and another friend Jeana made a DVD montage of baby pics of Ricky and I, which I want to put on this blog as soon as I can figure it out.

Shower #2 was thrown by Auntie Reilly, my best girlfriend and someone who I think is even more excited than I am to meet this kiddo...

My dearest friends showed up to support me, even some of my good male friends who were probably very confused by the invite to a baby shower. Also, Ricky's aunts came, more family for little F. Mae. Reilly had us all decorate blank white onesies, and now Baby has some very (a-hem) colorful onesies to wear on her nights out.

And baby shower #3 was thrown by my dear neighbor Vanessa, who I have known for as long as I have been in Lehi. Gorgeous food--a sandwich snake, spiderweb 7-layer dip, beautiful Halloween decor, fantastic games with great prizes... My guests were family--my aunts and cousins.

My heart is so full of gratitude to everyone who has contributed. You've not only eased my burdened mind by reassuring me with your support, but you have literally stitched yourself into my daughter's life. Each gift that she received carries a bit of you with it, and I can't wait to tell her who gave her all these things and how much you all love her.

Please come visit her when she's born. Call first, of course, but I want you all to meet her. And she just karate chopped my ovary, so I think that means she wants to meet you, too.