My baby is spoiled

And he has no clue. He just floats around all day, jabbing at my organs to fight for more room. He really isn't that bad at this point, other than the fact that I feel like I have a baby whale stuffed in there. Watch, he probably only weighs 4 pounds or so.
So the girls had a shower for me this past weekend and let me tell you, if I ever felt bad about getting gifts from people, I am beginning to think that the tendency for people to go above and beyond for babies makes me feel even more spoiled than I could have even imagined. The shower was really nice with all the Dr. Seuss characters being represented and a surprise cake appearance by baby Shrek, as well. The cake, by the way was delicious, and to be honest, I may have to stop typing here in a minute just to eat some before dinner while Mr. W is away at the gym. Of course, he is so neat and mature that he dug his fork into it, rather than to trouble himself to cut off a piece, so I have to cut around his little "rat nibbles". Disgusting. And I am getting ready to add another man into this household. God help me.
I got so many nice things for this baby I am starting to forget that it is for him and not me. In fact, some of his little toys are so charming, I want to pull the tags off and have a go at them. Not to mention the blankets. The baby blankets these days seem to be made of the softest fabrics I have ever encountered. I want a giant one for my bed.
Seriously, though, I was very impressed and touched and feeling the love this past weekend, so a big thank you to all the girls for ringing in this baby with me. Only a few weeks left, and he certainly won't be needing for anything if he arrives sooner!