Baby, Get Ready

The girls are trickling in from far flung states, the patio lights hung.

The heaters are full of propane to keep long legs warm in the desert wind and the playlist is ready to go. I expect to hear the din of laughter and good wishes in ten hours and counting.

Amie says I'm not allowed to get off the couch. She'll be here at noon with Jen to decorate the candy and cupcake station and direct rental companies and caterers. She doesn't want my feet to swell, because I have sparkly party shoes I have to fit into.

That and I'm not getting much sleep these days.

My father in law will be here shortly to put the finishing touches on the Honey Do list while my love buys groceries to feed my lovelies, vodka to top off our signature cocktail and grenadine for my Shirley Temples.

While Amber slept off her jet lag last night, Amie and her husband came over to power wash our driveway, replace bulbs and order me around.

I kind of needed it.

The best part?

Sitting on the floor of the nursery with my best friend while we tried to figure out how to make the crib skirting fall just perfectly. She taught me how to tie the perfect bows and pontificated on how she'd have to see both Olivia and Mag's daughter, Chloe, before she decided how to theme her gifts and what kind of coloring our girls would have. As I am the perfect shade of translucent we're guessing Liv won't be able to pull off yellows.

This weekend is quickly becoming a turning point, a hill or something else poetic that I can't get my pregnancy brain to spell out.

I'll just explain.

I am suddenly surrounded by the most important women in my life. They've all come here to celebrate my entry to motherhood with their glamourous pouts and warm arms. The Trifecta has taken over, made me surrender my OCD and be still for a minute, which is tough for me to do. Tonight people will dote and laugh, snack on cupcakes and prosciutto wrapped figs, sip cocktails and clink glasses, filling my house with gifts and big wishes for my little girl when I turn into a character that I've dreamed about for years.

It is slightly overwhelming.

It is incredibly touching.

It is a gift and a celebration, an underlying ceremony that means I've grown up now.

The last will leave on Monday and then it is me, Trevor and the clock.

And then another post on another day that will also be huge.

And I just can't wait.