My cake, made by my beautiful and talented sister
My diaper cake, made by my beautiful and talented Mum
A fat me and an ecstatic Mum
My Mum planned my shower. She bought invitations, planned shower games, and cooked for hours. I remember when we were leaving for the shower, Mum and I were talking about how it would be super crazy if I popped that baby out at the shower. See, Mum and I were positive that Mads would come early. I was just so fat, and she was so active (plus she was so low that she was pushing my bladder out of my body, which is a really gross experience btw). Little did we both know that I would carry Mads past my due date. As uncomfortable as I was at that shower, I still had another 4 weeks of weight gain and heartburn to suffer through. Eh, she was worth it.
My 89 year old grandmother was in attendance, and I didn't think of it at the time, but it was really an amazing thing. She died two months later, shortly after celebrating her 90th birthday. A newborn Mads was there, and it was the only time she met her great-grandmother.
*I know the picture quality sucks. I actually took pictures of pictures, and that's why they look so crappy.