My Cup Runneth Over*
*Not to be confused with “My CUPS Runneth Over,” also known as my first trimester. These days, the belly is beating the bosoms to the finish line in a BIG WAY.
So, confession time: A movie I have seen way too many times is “Hope Floats,” and the one scene therein that always gets me is when the little girl (Bernice) FREAKS OUT when her Dad leaves her after her grandmother’s funeral. And then at the end of the movie, when Harry Connick, Jr. has properly banged and won over Sandra Bullock and everyone is happy, Bernice repeats a line her (now dead – *SOB*) grandmother said earlier in the movie: “My cup runneth over.”
I’m not made of stone, people.
Because I was raised Catholic and pretty much never had to crack a Bible, I don’t even know if “My cup runneth over” is actually from the Bible or just sounds all Bible-y. Either way, I have to admit I am not much of a Bible-quote person (a SHOCK coming from a woman who writes a blog such as this, I know), but Internet, that phrase runs through my mind pretty often these days. Because, dammit, it’s true.
This weekend, I received:
1. One handmade blanket from MLE.
Tootsie would like you to know she is SO over this stupid nursery which USED to be the guest bedroom where she took many enjoyable naps, and now she will be claiming this blanket for HERSELF, thanks.
2. One huge box of baby clothes from The Constant Catastrophizer:
Just a mere sampling of the painfully adorable bounty.
3. A baby shower thrown by my sister, mother, and Friend of Turkey Who Reads This Blog, And Who Was Also Responsible For Bringing These Baby Shower Favors Into My Life:
It’s also a salt and pepper shaker, making it both cute AND functional. And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
I remember being so grateful for and humbled by all the enormous kindnesses people showed me whenever Brad & I were getting married. But what people have shown me as we get ready to have this baby? It leaves me speechless. It’s not so much the astounding amount of gifts people have showered upon us (although HOLY SHIT the gifts are amazing), it’s the sentiment behind them. Friends and relatives and Internet-only-friends I have never even met are genuinely excited for this baby. And knowing that so many people wish the very best for this little peanut who has eclipsed my entire heart since last August is almost a bit too much for my hormonal self to handle. I appreciate every smile, every congratulations, every gift, every kind word and comment, and I only hope I have the opportunity to return the favor.
Not this favor, though. This one’s mine.
So that was my weekend: an embarrassment of riches, my friends. And I can already tell this kid is going to be after my own heart. How can I tell?
She stayed put for red velvet cupcakes. Clever girl.
Entry filed under: Thanksgiving.