OK, admittedly, Baby Showers can be so nauseating. I didn't get it. I wasn't even planning to have one. I'm too old, they can be so cutesy (which no one has ever described me as being), and overtly present grubbing parties. But I was convinced by my good friend (and hostess) Christabel that it would be fun -- and she was right. Hmmm, maybe we should have reconsidered her idea of having that "puppy shower" for Stella after all when we brought her home.
My Shower was held this past Sunday and San Francisco was having unseasonably lovely weather. A small group of friends and family from near and far attended. One of my oldest friends, Maggie, flew out from New York to join and brought her own baby-on-board with her (congrats, 2 months down and 8 more to go!) Here's a picture of us from this weekend.As I get closer to my due date, the reality of how our lives will shift --and how we connect with friends and family -- becomes more palpable. Everyone's busy these days and has commitments to juggle, but I know that the things we find simple now like catching a movie with hubby, or brunching with friends, or flying home to see family will now be inordinately more difficult (if not impossible in the beginning) in just a few short weeks. Or perhaps just different, now that baby Blossom will often need to be in tow. It's this realization that made my Baby Shower more celebratory for me. Not exactly a last hurrah but a day of celebration, to spend time and be surrounded by good friends who share in the excitement of my life's next steps.
NOW I get it.
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