It's raining baby!

To make it feel just like being there, here's a little run-down of Lady's baby shower. It began on a sunny Sunday afternoon in the quiet refinement of the Tea Room, where the ladies who weren't hungover gathered for a little decorous chatter and elegent refreshment.


Luckily, Gretta's old Merck friend Jo (on her left, above) was there to provide the voice of experience, to regale us with tales of fluids on the loose, openings old and new, needles of mass destruction and social lives loved and lost.

B. Sam brought the wraps. And the accounts of medical marvel, with updates on her new nephews and stories of their parallel journeys to the surface.

Shari had all the right questions to ask a mother-to-be (and I believe, she brought some wraps)

while Jenny and I learned about wraps.

The Tea Room teemed with like-minded gatherings, a lush meadow resplendent with clucking friends and swelling mamas, ripe for the picking by a canny fellow with the right plan.

There were teeny tiny gifts to match the teeny tiny cakes. And wraps aplenty.

We supped on much tea, nibbled on dainty sandwiches and learned A WHOLE LOT about the joys of motherhood.

And Lady was showered with baby.

THE END