I survived the baby shower that my mom and I threw for my sister on Saturday. I’m not gonna lie, there were moments that were challenging, but overall it went really well.
I love my mom. We are very close and we get along well. But, she can be a bit hard to deal with at times. She is the epitome of a perfectionist. I’m a planner and I like things to be done well, but I can never, ever keep up with her standards. Nothing ever feels good enough, so trying to throw a party together (especially in my hormonal pregnant state) was almost more than I could tolerate.
I may have mentioned that I am not a fan of showers. As much as I appreciated my own (both for my wedding and my first baby) I really struggled with being the centre of attention. I don’t really enjoy attending showers either. I’m not into games and I’m not great at making idle chit-chat with ladies that I don’t know very well.
My sister, on the other hand, LOVES this sort of thing. Whenever she gets invited to something (shower, wedding, party, etc.), she get so excited. She genuinely enjoys them. She thinks the games are fun. She’s just that sort of person.
So, against everything that comes naturally to me, I made sure that her shower was something that she would love. Regardless of the frustrations, the shower went off without a hitch and my sister was very happy. The cake was adorable, the food was good, she got tons of amazing gifts and got to enjoy time with her friends and family.
You can tell by the colour of everything that my sister is having a baby girl. I am thrilled to be expecting another little boy, but there were definitely some moments during her shower that I felt some pangs of sadness that I would never have a little girl. The clothes she got were absolutely adorable and all the pink stuff just made my heart melt. I don’t want anyone to think I am ungrateful for what I have. I know this little boy is exactly what our family needs. Littleman and his brother-to-be are the best things that have ever happened to me. But, wow, all that pink…
After the craziness of the day, my sister and I finally got a chance to shed our party clothes for something more comfy and compare our bellies. At just over 33 weeks, it’s interesting to see how we both look. She had an ultrasound this past week and was told her baby was transverse (lying sideways). At my last appointment two weeks ago, mine was breech. You could definitely see a difference in the shapes of our bumps.
Anyway, I’m glad that the shower is over and that I survived it relatively unscathed. Now that it’s over, I can turn my attention back to the final preparations I need to do before my own little guy arrives in a few weeks!