Cat in Heels

The centerpieces were amazing.  My twin girls aren't even born yet and they're already spoiled as hell. This weekend my sisters and mother threw me one hell of a baby shower. It was complete with 200 diapers made into cakes (which should last about a day after the twins arrive), my family and friends, delightful mini bunt cakes and cookies, and each diaper cake was topped with a pair of baby shoes.  Baby boots, gym shoes, lamb slippers, polka dots and strappy sandals. Each pair was cuter than the one before.  When it came to gifts there were even more baby shoes that made their debut. These with sequins and glitter, including two pair of sequin leopard print Stuart Weitzman baby shoes.  My spoiled brat kids haven't even taken their first breath of air and they have Stuart Weitzman waiting for them in their well-stocked and highly fashionable closet.  Babies first shoe collection I'm their mother and I don't even have a pair of Stuart...

Being pregnant has got to be awkward. I've never been pregnant, but by the time month 7 or 8 rolls around, most girls look uncomfortable. Their belly is somewhere between beach ball and basketball, the waddle is setting in, and they're generally just uncomfortable and kind of bitchy.  Plus everyone keeps rubbing their belly like they're some kind of Buddha and their belly is public domain. Being knocked up doesn't mean you can't wear heels.  Of course this is also the time when friends and family throw a shower, forcing these poor women to dress up and be nice for hours at a time and dress up. Today I attended a baby shower for a friend and she looked fabulous (which she always does) and smiled and was nice, despite the fact that she was probably exhausted, and she did the whole thing in a really sharp pair of nude to black ombre heels.  At the end of the day we took a photo together, and she commented on how tall my shoes were (because we were eye to ...