I Attended A Baby Shower and Lived To Tell About It.

I survived!

It was about what I expected. Everyone got there and we had the awkward mingling where everyone doesn't really know each other.

There's always that low buzz of conversation and then at exactly the same time, everyone stops talking and there's that awkward silence.

Why does that happen?! It's kind of freaky.

There were some side conversations of baby talk - basically on each side of me.

I can now tell you the exact measurements of every ice cube in my pink lemonade. I've never been so intent on the physical components of ice in my life!

And, of course, we had to play gay shower games.

Who in THE hell created the poopy diaper game?

It's bad enough thinking about what we might have to deal with when it's real, I don't want to stick my nose in a pretend poopy diaper and try to decipher if it's peanuts or nougat.

It's just gross.

After the gay games, we moved into gift opening time and that actually wasn't that bad. It can be quite educational, especially for those of us who don't have a clue about what babies need.

Then, my sister became my hero. She leaned over and asked if I was doing OK. And, then she said "Let's go after presents". I love her!

(Plus, I think she wanted to get home for her baby - who is already 9 weeks old!).

So, we were in and out in about 2 1/2 hours. That's my kind of party!