......... and February showers bring April babies.
That's right, Joan is in her 3rd trimester, more commonly known in the non-medical fields as "Shower Season."
Shower Season is when all of the females in Mom-to-Be's life gather and sit in a circle, wearing their cutest outfits, usually with blue or pink accents. (depending on the baby's junk)
On one end of the circle is Mommy, flanked by assistants, who is handed a seemingly endless stream of decorative gift bags, often costing half as much as their contents.
Mommy then has the duty, and pleasure, of searching through whole forests worth of tissue paper for such goodies as high-tech temperature sensing rubber duckies, Boudreaux's Butt Paste, and newborn onesies not big enough to blow your nose with.
(for those who don't know about Boudreaux's Butt Paste, I didn't make it up, Google it)
Mommy then takes home plates full of cake and miniaturized food so that Mommy and Daddy both have to exercise more (or at all).
Joan's first shower was hosted by the wonderful ladies of Rabalais, Hanna, and Hebert at the home of all around wonder-employee/independent contractor, Connie. From what I hear, Connie has many duties at RHH headquarters, but the most important, to me, is answering the phone. Connie is wise enough to know that when someone calls and asks for something crazy like "The Belly" or "The Prego Princess," it isn't a prank call, it's just me calling for my wife.
One shower down, two to go.
and to finish things off, here's a pic of Joan with our moms, her maternal g-ma, and my paternal g-ma. Take note that, at 5' 2", Joan is the tallest .
Sorry that the pic is blurry. But you know what else is blurry?
"I think Bigfoot is blurry. That's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault: Bigfoot is blurry. And that's extra-scary to me, because there's a large, out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside."*
just had to throw that in.
*mitch hedberg (1968-2005)