This post started out being about yesterday’s adventures, but a digression in that post took so long, I deleted the stuff I did yesterday. I’ll put that in a separate post. Instead, let me write about what is really on my mind.

My Baby Shower is today.

Two friends (one being Southern Mom) and my sister all voiced interest in coordinating my shower. Color me surprised–I mean, these people WANT to work with my family? And me, being pregnant? Damn, I have good friends (and a good sister).

Anywho, my sister knows I do not like surprises. So my sister told me the date of the shower some time ago–and that it wasn’t going to be a surprise. Frankly, I was, well, surprised. I mean, I love my sister, but usually it doesn’t really matter much what I think (she’s the older sister–if you are a younger sister, you know what I mean)–and with SoMo and my other friend involved, I thought they’d do the surprise thing. I was just curious how they were gonna get me in a dress without tipping me off.

Well, once the shower was on the table, my sister then asked if I wanted an “Open Shower.” Have you ever heard of this? I hadn’t. My sister explained that she’d been to an open shower recently and apparently the idea is to NOT wrap the gifts so that the shower is not spent with time having Momma open them all and “oh and ah” for her alloted 2.5 minutes per gift. Rather, the guests all mingle and eat and view the open gifts on a table. Well, hell, sounded good to me. I told my sister to go with what everyone else felt like–but that an open shower was fine by me.

Then I learned that my aunt and cousin are now on the “planning committee” too. Which freaks me out only because there are not that many guests on my list, and it seems most of them are now comprised of the planning committee.

Then my mother called last week and said, “Honey, since the gifts aren’t being wrapped, I’m bringing yours over today.” That’s how my mother’s logic works. I can’t explain it other than to say that my hunch was that the gift was large and she’d worry how I’d get it home in my Corolla with all the other gifts the day of the shower.

Sure enough, her gift is a rocker. It’s a nice gift. But I already have a rocker–a rocker she refinished for me and had apparently forgotten about. So now I gotta arrange to get the receipt from her, load this thing into my Corolla, and lug it to the store to return it. All because of an attempt to have saved me an aggravation. Did I mention I am eight months pregnant? UGH!

And to top it off, SoMo is THREATENING ME if I don’t like her gift. It’d better not be Sun’s name in billowy pillows for her wall.

And the worst of it? I did ask one small request. That I get the cake I wanted. I was told absolutely not. Never. No way. Well, damn.