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When I informed our mothers that you wanted to be present for the baby shower, they agreed to make it co-ed and sent out the invitations.
Gifts from random friends and family members who won't be able to attend the party start showing up on our doorstep shortly after, and you're like a little kid on Christmas, wanting to open them as soon as they arrive, but I make you hold off so we can open them on the big day in front of everyone.
You spend the week pouting and moving everything to the nursery so you won't be tempted to peek.
Liz and Carlisle Senior come in a day before the shower, and she and Mom deck out the back porch with elaborate decorations, including a balloon archway.
The theme of the party is Dr. Seuss, and they've spared no expense. It's sort of ridiculous if you ask me, but I let them have their fun and happily wear the "Mommy of thing one and thing two" shirt they had made for me. You have a matching Daddy one, and I just know you're going to be wearing it a lot.
I let it slip that I've been craving my favorite food—homemade pizza—so they set up a make-your-own deep dish buffet in the kitchen along with a cake, featuring the blue-haired troublemakers that's actually pretty cute. Jess and Angela did a great job and informed me that it's the devil's food hazelnut flavored like the wedding cake I enjoyed at the tasting.
I've already had two personal pizzas, and the party has just begun. You're walking around talking to guests and proudly showing off our latest sonogram while I sit, stuffing my face and letting people come to me. I'm taken off guard by the amount of people who just walk up and touch my stomach without my permission.
Liz must notice my discomfort because she sits next to me and proceeds to shut that shit down.
The day is filled with fun and games that involve guessing how large I am using rolls of toilet paper, diapers filled with melted candy bars, which I find disgusting, and a race to see who can drink their entire baby bottle first.
You and Emmett make it a lot of fun with your competitiveness.
While we enjoy the delicious cake and ice cream, everyone takes turns filling a book with words of wisdom and letters to the babies.
When it's time to open presents, you sit with me at the head of the table and tear into them. I spend a lot of the afternoon tearing up at how blessed we are to have so many people who love and support us.