I must say, I am one very very lucky lady.

Lucky to know so many other wonderful ladies, who decided to fete the little lady in my belly last Saturday in the most marvelous way.

Karen, Dana, and Claire knocked it out of the awesomeness park to create prolly one of the best parties I’ve ever had thrown for me or by me! Replete with these utterly gorgeous banners that Karen made. Are they not perfect? My love of gingham is known far and wide and these banners.  It wasn’t enough for Karen to just pick fabric to make them. Oh no, she had to HANDCUT a stamp of jack and a red ball and miraculously found a stamp of ick-rack (which is just about my favorite thing in the world) and create her own fabric for the banner. All in the colors we are planning to do for the baby’s room.  Karen, I bow to your crafty cleverness.

Fortunately, Karen said that she was planning on giving them to me, as I was already pregnant and couldn’t stuff them under my shirt while no one was looking to steal them for the nursery.

As if that weren’t enough, the wonderful young Dana made all of the guests these simply divine flower hairclips to wear and even made this wonderful poppy one for me.  Here I am in the middle of telling one of the presents they were too cute and naughty for their own good.  Oh and the presents! They are too cute to even be posted here–you might go blind from their radness!  My friends have spectacular taste, which will of course translate to beautiful taste for my little one.

And speaking of taste–check out this amazingly yummy cake Krista of Sugarcoat It Studios made. IT WAS SO GOOD! I had one friend who demanded that the cake be cut, so she could have a piece before she had to leave early.  And check out that crafty blanket stitching motif on the little ode to my first baby, Minnow.

Seriously, how did I end up with so many gorgeous, talented, amazing, thoughful, funny friends? I am so happy to bring my little Sugarsnap into this wonderful extended family of aunties so full of love.

Yup, I’m one lucky gal…

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I have lived in the Bay Area for more than ten years at this point and the majority of it near Bush Street, so barely a day went by when I had to drive down that street, except when my mother came to visit.

“Oh, I hate that man so much, I don’t want to drive down that street!” said my little Mom shaking her liberal fist at the sign, her feathers clearly ruffled, so I would turn down Sutter or Geary instead.

Well, take note Mom of what happened yesterday. Some merry pranksters changed the sign for the day!

Gotta love SF!

Oh, and soon, a craft update!

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I don’t know if anyone out there has come across the whole “pushing prize” concept, but as I veer closer and closer to the due date, I am hearing more and more stories about it.

Personally, I really don’t need a new ring, or some piece of jewelry featuring the Sugarsnap’s birth stone (which I *believe* is amethyst, and not my favorite jewel anyway), but then again I haven’t been through the childbirth experience and I think just gazing into my kiddo’s eyes will be more than enough. 

I have had my first childbirth/labor class, which was basically seven straight hours of discussing how much pain I’m going to be in. I watched a video of a woman’s contractions at seven centimeters and burst into tears. Holy shit. That didn’t look like fun.  The teacher made us do a practice contraction, where we had to hold ice in one hand for 90 seconds and I freaked out. Somewhere along the way, it didn’t really occur to me that I was going to have to go through more pain that I can actually comprehend.  It’s nice to know I’m built for this, but man, there are moments…

So perhaps a pushing prize might be in order. But let’s ditch the jewelry crap and get to what I truly want. Whenever I see the commercial, I lunge for the phone and must be talked off the telephone ledge to stop from buying. People, I bring you what I think would be the ultimate pushing prize:

The SHAMWOW.

I know I’m not alone in my ShamWOW obsession, right?  So many times when something spills I just say under my breathe, so Mr. Sweetie can’t hear, “man, this could have been handled in a second if I had a ShamWOW…”  It’s my cheap/green obsession that is egging me on, but they are perfect, right? Don’t they seem perfect for earthquake preparedness kits too?  And I would think babies and Shamwows are a match made in heaven. Surely it could be turned into a diaper if necessary even!

FYI, Mr. Sweetie–just in case you are reading…

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