For reasons I’m sure I’ll discover in therapy someday should I ever remember to schedule an appointment, I was a huge asshole about having a baby shower.
Lots of things were tied up in this general anti baby shower sentiment. The guest list forced me to confront for real the fact that I had willingly chosen to move very far away from my stable network of very very good friends, the kind of friends who you don’t have to apologize for inviting to a baby shower, because you know they love you and that they want to actually no-shit celebrate with you. Then there was the fact that I felt like I had to apologize for inviting people to a baby shower at all (like, I literally did say “So I invited you to my baby shower but I’m really sorry”) which I think is tied up in the idea that at this point in the game, I kind of missed the boat. We, as a circle of peers, have done the baby shower thing, that was very fun like five years ago, but I’m late here, and it’s not really that big a deal anymore, etc etc. Also with the fact that I’m inheriting a good deal of gear from my brother and sister in law who thoughtfully had a child a whole year ago that has now outgrown most of the infant-containment items, and that there is a Carter’s outlet down the street, so like, what do I need, really?
Pause for a side note: I came home from that Carter’s with a handful of newborn clothes, including a five pack of onesies. Mike looked at the five-pack and goes “Oh, good, we’re set for onesies” Heeeeeeeeeee. That’s my favorite moment of this pregnancy, so far, I think. Heee.
ANYWAY. My point is, I was very uncomfortable with a baby shower being hosted for me. For reasons. Not good reasons, but reasons.
This is why we all need a friend like Jess. In addition to being an intelligent and delightful person, she has a very low threshold for my brand of bullshit. “Oh, that’s interesting that you have issues with a party being thrown in your honor. Anyway, what date would work best for you?”
And that’s how my good friend, along with my sister in law, threw me the cutest damn baby shower. I could not have conceived how cute something like that could, because I am not good at this kind of thing, but also because… well. I don’t know. It’s been two weeks and I’m still rather speechless about the whole thing.
(those Moose sugar cookies? She made those. From scratch. Did I mention this all went down two weeks before her due date? I mean.)
(It’s a good friend who really gets the place your dog has in your heart. Ha. She also made sure to include a gift for Moose “from the new baby” which still tickles me.) (it was a big hit:
(Also: I cannot believe I do not have a single picture of the two of us from that party. Eh?)
In addition to the Moose-themed awesomeness, it was just so lovely to spend a morning with friends and family, laughing and talking about what’s to come, to hear from friends from afar and learn how much they had been working behind the scenes to make their love felt and known regardless of their geographic proximity. The idea of the baby shower had gotten stuck in my head as a glaring reminder of all I had left behind, so you can imagine how touching it was for me to realize that in fact, it was actually demonstrative of all that I have gained. I could not feel more lucky, or more loved, than I do at this point in my life.