Yesterday my office threw me a baby shower. It was my first shower (not counting the non-shower that Chris threw me a few weeks ago) and it was awesome. I usually love showers anyways, even if they aren’t for me. I love picking out a gift and having it wrapped. I love eating bite-sized food on little plates. I love games where adults are encouraged to dress like babies in diapers. Its all one big ball of fun to me. But when the shower is for YOU? Well, that just takes it to a whole new level of fun!
It was kind of strange though to be at a baby shower and look around and think, “Oh my gosh. All of this is because I’M the one whose going to have the baby this time! This is for MY baby!” It was a little surreal, I have to say.
But I moved past that nostalgia real quick when the bruschetta was served. Food can move me through many emotions.
This is me at the gift table, taking The Seat of Honor. Let the present opening begin, Ladies!
(NOTE: When I sit down, I look a little more like Jabba the Hut than I do a pregnant lady. Everything compacts when you sit down. Like a fat suit that gets squished up around your neck. Its really attractive. Just squint your eyes a little and you can kind of see the pregnant thing…)
I got a million Johnson & Johnson bath sets, which prompted me to ask the group, “So babies are pretty dirty, huh?” I swear, all the ladies in my office think I know nothing about raising a baby. Geez. A girl can’t identify one box of bottle liners and suddenly everyone fears for the baby’s life…
Only at a baby shower would something like a SuperMan Wee Wee Tee Pee be acceptable to hold up in front of a bunch of women that you work with. For those of you who don’t know, a Wee Wee Tee Pee is this little hat for the baby’s…well…wee wee. You cover him up when you’re changing his diaper so that you don’t get peed on. Which apparently is a fairly common occurrence. These are grown, professional women who walk up to you in all seriousness and say things like, “I just can’t live without my Wee Wee Tee Pee.”
When I got home, I spent the night surrounded in baby things. It was awesome. I had towels, washcloths, soap (I told you babies are messy…), blankets, outfits, toys, bottles, stuffed monkeys, and the all important butt paste. I think the fat lady can sing when the butt paste comes out at an office party.