A shower for B

Some of you may wonder if it is hard having an amazing mom and sisters ....

No, no it is not.

And I really am just tickled that they felt it important for me to have a shower from them.

This whole pregnancy has been a sort of "rite of passage" that I am thoroughly enjoying. When I was at my sisters showers I never knew what it all meant. I thought gifts of course, you need baby stuff. But more than anything I have felt so much love and support for this little baby boy growing inside of me. Who would have thought that people (besides myself and Nate) love this baby already?

Well, if nothing else was accomplished this weekend

I felt loved

I felt that my baby was loved

AND I

loved that.

All of my sisters made some serious sacrifices to make this happen.

Brooke really outdid herself on decor. I'm going to say at least 3 hours spent and all for a 2 hour shower. I was so sad to just take it down after. Kennan was master soup maker. Robyn drove the 4 hours from St George in stormy weather just to be a part of the group.

So you see, not hard at all to have amazing sisters.

The food was delic and so much fun to put together. Friday night was spent baking, cooking, and decorating .

We just laughed, chatted, and munched all through the blizzardy night.

My mom is dream maker if you didn't know....

Part of the rite of passage into motherhood is my mother making my baby his bedding. Really, there is nothing she can't make. I dreamed up this bedding and she made it come true. I know she spent countless hours and frustrations making it just right and well... it speaks for itself.

.perfect.

And since mr camera is still MIA, these pics were all stolen from Brooke's blog (however it does feel nice having such excellent photos)

Here is me, 31 weeks, tickled pink, at my shower, for my baby boy.

Thank you family and friends for coming to celebrate my baby with me. I appreciate all who were there and am continually refolding and examining each of baby B's gifts :)

ps flying at 31 weeks during the Sundance film festival WAS a nightmare.

NIGHTMARE.

Luckily I am home safe and sound growing exponentially.