It's time for my baby shower

This is my first birthday, and other musings as we approach one year.

To my mother’s chagrin, I didn’t want a baby shower. She graciously offered to fly out and throw me one, even conspiring with my friends behind my back to ensure I wouldn’t have to plan a thing. But as I’ve written about here ad nauseum (pun intended!), my pregnancy was horrible. I threw up every day. Acid reflux kept me awake at night and I spent my da…