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My friend Tricia has to be one of the cutest pregnant women I’ve ever seen,  you know the type, petite with a basketball belly.   She is having a girl, after a couple of sweet but rambunctious boys,  which, of course meant she needed a shower.   The only thing there cuter than Tricia was the piles of pink and frilly baby clothes.   The cake was quilted, buttoned, and beribboned, and because it was going to be served to a room full of women, it was also chocolate with raspberry preserves and swiss meringue butter cream.