ShoweredPosted: December 10, 2012
Yes, I did shower on Friday evening. And then on Saturday, I was showered with love by some of the most important women in my life. First, a bit of excusing/explaining. If you are a reader/friend who was not invited to my shower, please don’t be mad at me. I consider the shower invite a wee bit awkward; it makes me feel like I’m being gift-grubby, especially with a second baby. And while the people who were in my life when Das Big Boy was born know I didn’t have a shower–my water broke so damn early that invites hadn’t even gone out yet!–I worried that including those who’ve come into my life more recently might be a bit much. It doesn’t mean I love you any less, just that I didn’t want to seem selfish. So I hope we’ve offended no one!
But La Gigi, awesome mom that she is, knew how sad I’d been not to have a shower with Das Big Boy, because instead of the typical coming together of a community that happens when people have a baby, Herr Husband and I felt really isolated in our own personal hell that rather defied explaining. So this time around, La Gigi was determined to give me that wonderful community bonding experience that a shower is meant to be.
Friends and family came from near and far. The people who’ve cheered me on through the hard times with Das Big Boy, and celebrated his miraculous progress, and supported me through this pregnancy were here to offer love and support and congratulations for making it so far. They even treated my beached whale status as if it were glamorous. You can take the girl out of the sweatsuit (and even put a dress and make up on her), but if she’s flopped on the couch, you can’t take the sweatsuit out of the girl.
Most importantly, they helped me remember that a baby is actually coming. There’s something about a high risk pregnancy (or maybe it’s all pregnancies, I wouldn’t know), where you get so hung up on worrying about the pregnancy itself, and so temper your hopes for your wee one, that it can be sort of easy to forget that the result of a pregnancy is (hopefully) going to be a person. A very small person, but still. Living “one day at a time,” as a high risk pregnancy forces you to do, makes you crappy at thinking about the future. But the optimism and joy of my beloved ladies, plus all the tiny and adorable outfits and toys helped me remember that a person is indeed coming our way (hopefully–see high riskyness makes me all kinds of afraid of jinxes). And in not that long, even if I were to miraculously make it all the way to full term!
Obviously, I felt very loved. It meant so much to me to celebrate this baby (and Das Big Boy, really) with this group of women. Thanks so much to them and to my mom for a special day. And to and to Mrs. Huxtable, HH, and El Papa for their help, and to my cousins, sister-in-law, and aunty who brought food/cake! And thank you for all of the toys and gear, and the outfits which will help make Wee Mädchen every bit the hotshot her brother is.