Maternity | Karen

Sometimes  your best friend up and moves 1200 miles away from you, all her other friends and all her family with her fiance ….. and then has to plan a North Carolina wedding from Texas…. and then finds out she’s pregnant a year and a half later. You’ll fly to see her several times, learn about her new (hot) life…. (damn, Gina… we thought Wilmington was hot!). You’ll learn about the abundance of avocados, Tex-mex, lack of grocery options, and unnecessarily difficult Texas roads in her new life. You’ll be thankful she has a support group of women there. You’ll learn how strong she is, how brave she is, and how well she can adapt. You’ll have to convince her that she is ready to be a mom…. and all the baby crap she’s stressing over just doesn’t matter.

Clothes? Check. Diapers? Check. You got this. I love you, Karen, and I hate I can’t be there for this moment…. but you and Paul will be great… and Terra will give more kisses than you thought possible. Don’t worry, I’ll be back with plenty of monogrammed goodies once we know if Baby Brown is a boy or girl.I’ve jokingly referred to Baby Brown as “the cactus” since it’s a Texan…. so I threw her a little cactus themed shower while there, and the balloon from it seemed like a good prop!