Saturday ushered in both the 30 week mark and the baby shower my SIL threw for Catch. I’ll be honest—I was dreading it. I still felt slighted by the whole invitation scenario, and I just couldn’t get past it. To top it off, last week was a long, tough week dealing with major house-buying anxiety & difficulty, and then I had to add baby shower anxiety to the pile. I was really not handling it well.
That said, it ended up being a lovely day. Exhausting and completely overwhelming in every way, but absolutely lovely. I was totally amazed by the sheer number of people who were there. My sister in law, mother in law, and all of Catch’s aunts worked so hard all day, and everything turned out perfect.
Catch and I were both unprepared for the incredible outpouring of love and excitement for this baby girl. We had a brief reprieve for about an hour after the shower and before dinner reservations with my MIL and SIL, and we both just sort of sat on our couch and marveled at the day. Catch couldn’t stop smiling. It was so nice.
The gifts were all thoughtful and perfect—and pink. (SO MUCH PINK.) Catch’s aunts bought us our bassinet and a whole bunch of little baby necessities. My mom made the cutest little burp cloths. Catch’s mom embroidered a sweet little onesie and tiny little booties, and is buying our nursery furniture for us when we move. There were onesies and books and toys as far as the eye could see. So many presents. (Soooo many thank you cards to write!) I’m still pretty floored by all of it.
Also, there were nuns. Two of them. At a lesbian couple’s baby shower. Not something you see every day.
All I heard all day was that my belly isn’t big enough. In between those comments, one of Catch’s aunts spent an inordinate amount of time insisting that none of the onesies that were hanging as decoration were going to fit our baby. So apparently, my belly is tiny, but I’m expected to give birth to a gigantic baby who can’t fit into a 6 month sized onesie? Hmm.
The shower my mom is hosting for us with my side of the family is next weekend, and while I am mostly looking forward to the opportunity to celebrate with my family, I have to confess—I am also really looking forward to the opportunity to eat more cake.
It’s been a bit shocking to us that we’re at 30 weeks all of a sudden. Time is really flying, and as the escrow insanity continues and we start preparing to uproot our lives and move to a new home, I know that time isn’t exactly going to slow down. I wish it would, though, because I finally feel like we’ve reached the good part of this pregnancy.