So we finally get to see Orange Seed again and is she eager to show off her pretty profile or her so cute they're practically edible toes? Nope. Every time the tech tried to snap a photo of her cuddlier bits, she kicked and squirmed and left us with only the blur of a foot in flight. From our long anticipated session we came away with one pic of her five (phew!) toes, one pic of her face (straight on so that she looks more like Skeletor than a pretty baby princess), one pic of her fat rolls (That's right - fat rolls. The tech was very excited to catch a pic in which you can supposedly see some little belly rolls. Honestly, I'm a little relieved that our baby HAS fat rolls. Between Chris and I, I was worried she might come out a skinny little string bean.). Oh! And the final pic...the only one I really like...it is a picture in which, I kid you not, Orange Seed is welcoming all viewers to the "gun show". She is FLEXING! It is a picture of her little fist, arm, bicep...Apparently all of these gym sessions are rubbing off on Little Miss Orange Seed and she is coming out already proud to have been working on her fitness. She is not my daughter at all...
Honestly though, this kid will be here in just over 6 weeks and she has already taken over both our lives and our apartment. I've been teasing Chris about the fact that the only person whose welfare he checks on lately is Orange Seed (It is not true, by the way, for those who are gasping. I kid. I kid.). "How's my daughter?" "How's our Orange Seed?" "How's my baby today?" Her mother has taken a slight backseat. And the apartment. Oh my lord. Having a baby truly does equate to having a third roommate move in, although worse in terms of the stuff that comes along with the new roomie because usually a roommate doesn't warrant a deluge of gifts from family and friends. Between the clothes and the toys and the blankets and the furniture and the strollers and the bottles and the diapers and and and...we're going to have to get this kid her own place! And she's not even here yet. You know there will be a second round of "Oh crap, we really need..." items once she actually arrives, so what is here now is only the beginning.
But trust me, I am by no means complaining about all the amazing things we've gotten. The past two weekends were spent attending my AMAZING showers with family and friends and we could not be more thrilled and awed by how incredibly generous everyone was. Two weekends in a row we have now driven home with a car packed to bursting with baby goodies. I say we have driven home...technically, Aunt Sue and Lisa were nice enough to drive all our stuff home from the Williamsburg shower. A darn good thing since even the two humongous suitcases we brought weren't enough to allow us to get everything home on the plane. There is so much to say about the showers, that they really deserve their own entry, so I won't get into the details yet, but let's just say that there are far too few occasions on which you get to have all of your female family members and female friends in one place. Those are still some of my most treasured memories from our wedding - the two bridal showers in which I was lucky enough to get such a large number of aunts, cousins, grandmas, friends from across the country, etc. in one place. Getting to do that again through my Williamsburg and DC showers was just as incredible. We really out to get to have "showers" for far more life occasions. There is something very special about a gathering of women - a little magic - generations of wisdom and commonalities that come together in one wonderful day of bonding over stories of life and love. I am blessed to have so many incredible women in my life and having them all in one place just makes my heart soar. Orange Seed has no idea what a loving, caring, amazing group of women are here awaiting her arrival. As one friend said in her card, "Orange Seed already has a tightly woven group of friends and family ready to support her 100% as she makes her way through life." Who could ask for more than that?
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