I got two months left to bake this baby, so it’s time to party! My awesome shower was hosted by my bestest friend in the world, Jen, and the food was provided by my mama. We had about 15 of my closest family and friends that could make it. The theme was nautical/patriotic in honor of my baby daddy. (Go Navy!) It was held at my house because I had the most room to house all the baby madness.
In actuality, I thought baby showers were kind of cheesy. I pictured finger sandwiches, stork decorations, and me opening onesie after onesie. As we got closer to shower time, I actually was getting excited. I felt like it was about damn time that I celebrated me and the upcoming eviction of my belly tenant. This pregnancy hasn’t been the worse especially when comparing notes to other preggo people, but it hasn’t been the best either.
Backaches, exhaustion, and my frustration at not being able to do a sit-up added to a very uncomfortable third trimester. So I considered my baby shower as the 7th inning stretch. Almost there but not quite. Coincidentally, I also played “Sweet Caroline” on the day of my baby shower. Maybe it should have been a baseball theme? On that note, Go Red Sox!
But alas, “ahoy, it’s a boy” made much more sense. Anchors are all the rage now, don’t you know?
The decorations and little details were awesome. I could see someone (jen) was on pinterest. The snacks, drinks, favors, even the gifts all tied into my “bon voyage” into motherhood (get it?)
(Diaper Lifesaver, who knew?)
At the shower, my mom brought the food of my people. And it was delicious. We played baby shower games which were much more fun than I thought it was going to be. Most guests stuck to the registry, which I am SO grateful for. I was also happily surprised by those items that weren’t on the registry.
Now the real work has begun, filling up this empty nursery. Every baby item I put in his room makes me that much closer to becoming a parent. It’s a hard feeling to describe. I feel ready but not ready. Excited but not excited. Scared but… well actually, very scared. The supposed “nesting” feeling hasn’t kicked in yet so all of his stuff is in what I call, a baby holding pattern, or visually-speaking, a baby-stuff jenga tower.
First baby shower = glorious success.
Ankles and feet = swollen and achy
Nerves and anticipation = all time high
The generosity and support of my family and friends = AH-MA-ZING, with multiple exclamation points (!!!!!)
(All photos courtesy of my friend Stephanie L.)