Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I'm in my 35th week, and I can't believe I've made it this far. I walk around these days feeling lucky. Lucky to be pregnant, lucky to be married to Jeff, lucky to have our little dog Sherlock, lucky to have the friends that we have.
About three Saturdays ago, a few of my girlfriends organized a baby shower for us. One of my friends who showed up told me later that she didn't realize how happy and emotional she would get to see me pregnant. Her words touched me so much, and I realized what a good thing it was to have been open with our friends about my miscarriages. Our friends were there for us when we went through the lows, and it made the celebration of the high that much more meaningful.
Just a week after this shower, Jeff's former co-workers and friends organized another surprise baby shower for us. I thought we were just going over to a friend's house to have lunch. As soon as we pulled up, we noticed a bunch of cars parked around the driveway. When I said that he must be having others over for lunch as well, Jeff (who was in on the surprise) just shrugged his shoulders and said, he has parties all the time. As soon as we walked in, we were greeted with balloons and shouts of surprise, and we found ourselves surrounded by beaming faces, congratulations, and warm hugs.
Our friends have been incredibly generous with us. Our house is filled with baby outfits, toys, gear, blankets, and everything else our little guy can possibly need. Almost everything I registered for on Amazon has been sent over with the sweetest notes and wishes.
Just in the past week, we received two specially made gifts for our little guy. The first (pictured at the top) was sent over by our dear friend Bernie all the way from Australia. The second, from our friend PJ, came in a cute little blue bag with a white ribbon, and in it was the yellow/blue cap.
Our little guy is going to be quite the fashion maven.