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So my dear friends that are planning my baby shower, are, for reasons unknown to me, doing this without my (meddling) participation.
While I understand that the mom-to-be rarely plans her own shower, the fact is that I’m a party planner. I mean for years I did it for a living. Plus, when a friend of mine got married a few years back, I ended up becoming her wedding planner—something that will not happen again, thank god, since I’ve learned to be much more respectful of boundaries since that time.
I told them I didn’t want it to be a surprise, which was possibly a mistake, since now I get to hear about when they get together and stuff. So I got to feel left out on Sunday because I knew that they were two doors down planning things.
Sniffle.
The only consolation I have is that I will get to be part of the planning for my best friend’s bridal shower. While I imagine all nineteen (or so) of us bridesmaids will be involved-- to some extent-- since her eight-year-old daughter will be the maid of honor and there are only a couple of us bridesmaids living locally, I’m guessing I’ll get to play a big role in the whole bridal shower planning thing.
Revenge is sweet…
Actually, I don’t really mind. Ok, I mind a little, but I’m just so glad it’s these three fab women planning it.
Thanks S, E, and J!
So anyway, they encouraged me to get registered for my shower sooner rather than later. We’re doing the shower early—it will be December 4—since the twins could come anytime from January on.
So Saturday I managed to convince my dear husband, who hates shopping, to go to the store and register with me. We made a list at home, but even so, felt totally clueless when we arrived at the store. Thankfully, the store is apparently used to this, and they totally take you by the hand and tell you what to do. Plus, they have a great list of their own, which we cross-referenced to our list (we got almost everything on their list, except things like window valences—ick—who invented those puffy things?).
I have never been so delirious after shopping. I seriously had vertigo. By the end, I was standing in front of a wall of bottle nipples, thinking I was looking at pacifiers, and not being able to comprehend why they looked wrong.
But we got it all done, in one day. Now anything I have to change I can do on-line.
I’ve never registered for anything before. When we got married, we just told people to give us money. We’d already lived together for three years, what more could we need (yeah, we were stupid. To this day, I wish I’d registered for china, since I serve my grand Christmas dinner each year on paper plates).
It feels really greedy—to list all these items and expect other people to pay for them. Obviously, we would have to starve to buy it all ourselves, but still…sheesh! I hope people don’t feel pressured.
Anyway. It’s done. Now, I just sit back and let the gals do the work until I get to open presents. Yeah!
