Each year I try to make them a little gift to take home with them. This year's giftie was a little vase with gerbera daisies in them, each tied with a bow.
Here's my dining room, all set up before everyone arrivied. On the menu was Paul Deen's Baked French Toast Casserole (recipe coming soon), freshly baked oatmeal muffins, fruit salad, two quiches prepared by my great aunt (you can't stop an Italian woman from cooking, even when she's one of the guests of honor), and for dessert, strawberry crumb cake.
My family members and Rich gave me presents, which made me feel both incredibly special and incredibly disconcerted. I don't consider myself a mother yet, although I have worried about and loved the Beastie since the second I found out he/she existed.
Rich gave me a book called Love You Forever. It's the story of a mother's love for her son as he grows from a baby into a man. I'd like to go on record and say that this book should come with a warning label on the front. By the time I got to the end of it, I was balling. Yes, balling. I'm blaming pregnancy hormones.
It's okay if you want to laugh at me. I'd laugh at me if I were you. But after talking with a few of my friends (some mothers and some not) I've realized that this book has the same effect I experienced on quite a few people.
Chubbie asked me to read the book to her, and so I did, even though she's perfectly capable of reading it herself. She regresses sometimes.
And finally here I am with mamacita who came into town without #4. Again! For the second time in two weeks! Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Lately, she's obsessed with touching my belly. And since my last "belly shot" at 22 weeks, that belly has grown, let me tell you. It seemed to happen all at once. You'll see what I mean when I post my 26 week shot next week.