Oh, fuck my life. I don't remember the last time I was in a good mood.
I went to this baby shower yesterday. All of my friends, I'm now beginning to realize, are moving somewhere with their lives - I guess I didn't get the memo.
Anyway, here I was, sitting right beside the guest-of-honour (didn't go near the baby, no thanks), helping her open up the gifts, holding up the gifts, providing the required 'aww' at the 5th pair of jean overalls, mentally counting how many boxes were left, and timing my wine sippage accordingly because nobody bothered to ask if I wanted a refill. 2 hours, 2 hours, later, the last piece of tissue paper was folded, and the last ribbon was placed on the paper plate hat. I was tired of laughing. I didn't care to see any more baby tshirts. Baby Registry is a definite must on the list if my time ever comes.
The veterans of baby showers knew not to sit by the presents - I didn't know this. I thought it was the place to be. But no. By sitting at the food table, one could carry on conversations instead of pretending everything was adorable. Next time (because I assume this is only the first of many baby showers I'll be attending in my lifetime), I'll know better. But I'm glad I was there for her.
Is it bad that I got 'the baby itch' after seeing the merchandise that comes with it? Is it shocking?
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