We had the baby shower two weeks ago (yeah, I know, I'm a little behind) and all went well. We were greeted at my mom's house by our 4-year-old nephew:
He excitedly asked Dan, "Did you bring the baby?"
"No, not yet," Dan replied.
"But we brought stuff for the BABY!" he said, annoyed.
Alas, he is confused by the secret world of the baby shower. I can't say I blame him. As a side note, the guys left the house for the shower. I'm pretty sure they probably picture women watching porn or something since the going-ons of the shower are so secretive, but it's just ladyesqe talk, delightful food, and lovely chatter. I personally would probably rather the porn.
My grandmother insisted on turning on tv to check in on some golf game that was on, probably because she gambled in some form or another on it, pissing off my mother who insists on no TV during holidays, special occasions, etc. (Note: gambling and TVs do NOT fit in with ladyesqe talk, delightful food, and lovely chatter.) Can you even bet on a golf game? I'm not sure, but if you can, my grandmother would.
So now I have a lot of beautiful things for a baby. It's weird and I wasn't quite prepared for it. I had the Monday after the shower off and I spent the day getting the nursery ready and things put away. I managed to cry only three times, which I thought was pretty good. The sweet melody of the baby's mobile made my eyes instantly spew tears. I actually surprised myself, like my tears were activated by Brahm's lullaby and I had no control over it. I'm happy to say that I have listened since and have not cried, so I'm getting better. Only weeks to go, but I doubt I will ever be ready...