Some people don’t much care for surprises. I love surprises (unless they are bad surprises). But good surprises….bring ‘em on.
When I traveled up to Oregon last weekend to visit family, what was supposed to be a simple breakfast with two of my favorite childhood friends turned into a real-deal surprise baby shower brunch.
And I really was surprised, even though my mom tried to give it away a zillion times. Luckily my pregnesia baby brain just didn’t catch on to all the clues. Even my husband knew and pretended not to by being extra difficult about everything…or maybe that’s just his nature. Hard to say.
Here I should admit I am that person who has always secretly coveted a surprise birthday party but never had one. This was probably poor planning on my part given I married the most anti-birthday anti-holiday person alive on the face of the earth…but, you can always count on your girlfriends to deliver. Thank you ladies! My first surprise party ever.
It is so surreal to receive gifts of baby stuff. I guess that means all the wiggling I feel in my tummy really is a baby and perhaps not an alien about to burst into the world ala Sigourney Weaver. I suppose this also explains why none of my old clothes fit and why my belly keeps bumping into everything. Interesting.
I will say this: baby stuff is SO cute. Even the baby boy stuff is pretty cute…although not quite as cute as baby girl stuff. I will have to post some photos. It’s hard to image I will soon be stuffing a real live person into these tiny little outfits. I think someone will need to give me instructions on that one.