Back when my Husband and I were married, we didn’t have a bridal shower. I had been previously married and him and I were having a destination wedding. I was very uncomfortable having a shower, even though some said I should, because I felt like my family had already been there, done that for me. We came back home and had a large reception where, and I’m not trying to sound selfish, we did not exactly cash out in the gift area. Just a truth but I know it was the second wedding curse and my Husband got the shit end of that. I told him we would make up for it on the baby shower end one day.
Fast forward to those days finally being here. A day my mother has been dreaming about for a long time. They were some of the first words uttered by her when she realized a baby was on the way….baby shower. Truthfully, I kind of dreaded them. The traditional games of bore, girly oohs and ahhs, measuring your bump, tea and cake and a bunch of women re-telling their times of being pregnant. I’m not bashing if that is your thing, it just isn’t mine. My Husband and I had other ideas. I had to come to a compromise with my mom and quick.
My mom lives a few hours away and we decided on having two showers. She could throw the traditional one with our friends and family there as long as it didn’t involve games. My sister and two friends would be throwing one where we live now that is co-ed and in a party room at a local sports bar where all of our friends and my Husbands family could join us. A time to just see all of our friends, eat, drink and have a good time.
This past weekend was baby shower number one hosted by my mom, with the help of her good friend, who also happened to be there for our wedding in Mexico. As the day came closer I got more excited than I thought I would. Once again, feeling like this pregnancy was getting somewhere. That there was a light at the end of this weight gaining tunnel and I would get something out of all of this. What I wasn’t prepared for was how completely overwhelmed I would be.
The turnout was amazing. The women that showed up were amazing. The gifts were amazing.
It was like our wedding reception all over again. Every time you turn around someone is demanding your attention for a conversation. I felt like I was being pulled in a million directions but in a happy way. Mom kept up her end of the deal and there were no games. We ate, had cake and I survived opening the gifts in front of everyone. (Just not my thing. It makes me nervous.)
We went back to my mom’s that night and I showed my Husband everything. It was exciting to see things come to life for us, give us more realization that she is actually coming soon and we get to use all of this soon. We all settled in the kitchen and my brother and SIL said they had one more gift for us that they didn’t feel was appropriate in front of grandparents. It was a onsie that said “My Mom doesn’t want your fucking advice.” Nailed it. So us. They then asked me to read the card out loud that came with it “Baby _____’s cousin will be arriving March 14, 2016!” They are expecting. To say we are all shocked is an understatement. It was unplanned but very happy news and I’m pretty sure my Mom’s head exploded right there with happiness. Our kiddo’s will be 5 months apart and I am beyond thrilled.
Looking back on how the weekend went, I can say I am so happy with how we chose to do things. I am beyond appreciative of what we were given, who helped out, the kindness and thoughtfulness of people in general. To come together to celebrate something great with family and friends, that you don’t normally see, is a rare moment these days since everyone is so busy. I sat there with my maid of honor, who I have been friends with since I was 10, and our two girls between us and realized just how fast life goes. You think about these days happening some time down the road and then when they do, it can be shocking. Life is a quick journey and you really do have to stop, slow down and breathe it all in.