Those Damn Baby Showers

I’m a party girl.  I love to throw parties.  I love going to parties.  If the music is good, you’ll find me bouncing along on the dance floor solo.

There’s one kind of party I despise.  I dislike them so much I’ve pretty much outright refused to attend.  Baby showers.  Can’t stand them.

For one, they’re usually just women.  Boring.  Co-ed is more my style.  You don’t have a house party and only invite women, right?  Why would you do that for a baby shower?  I mean, two people (a male and a female) were involved in the procreation right?  And isn’t that what you’re celebrating?

Those stupid games!  Smelling melted chocolate from a diaper.  Guessing how big the mommy’s tummy is.  Please pass me a cocktail before I puke.

But here’s what I really hate—the opening of presents.  I remember going to a shower and bringing a couple of onesies.  People smiled when mine was opened and the expecting mom tossed it aside.  She much preferred the car seat or the stroller.  Now those were real presents!  The crowd oohs and ahhhs.  Ugh, get me out of here.

I know 50+ people who recently gave birth.  I am pretty sure that you can find among your network, everything you need (with the exception of diapers) to keep your baby happy for years to come.  My point is, I’m not sure why there’s a need to go out and register for anything anymore.  Just go ask your friends.

Plus wouldn’t you rather meet the baby in person and have a party when the baby is around?  There’s a thought!