That is what Jeremy and I decided to call our “baby shower”. I am not a traditionalist. As a matter of fact, I will go left if right is what tradition is. I am always looking for new ways or different ideas to celebrate or do something out of the ordinary for something that “traditionally” is done another way.
Why would my baby shower be any different?
As I have mentioned time and time again, I am not a girly girl. I see a baby bottle filled with jelly beans or a sock filled with chocolates and I want to run the other way. It’s so cliché. Just thinking about me surrounded by women in a room discussing breast feeding or diaper disaster stories makes me cringe. Or listening to stories from the single girls about how their boyfriends don’t want to commit will probably illicit a response from me like “ Get pregnant” while I shove mac and cheese into my mouth. I just don’t do these types of things well.
To me, having a baby shower for just me is a selfish thing to do. Jeremy is one of my closest, bestest friends and to have him not included in festivities celebrating the impending birth of his daughter seems like an outlandish idea. I want him there, drinking a beer, opening presents, mingling with my family and friends (most of his are on the west coast), and have his friends on this side enjoying themselves as well. I want all my friends there, not just the girls, but all those awesome dudes I’ve spent hours partying with. I love my friends husbands and boyfriends. I want a celebration!
So I decided to enlist the help of my mom and sis (my friends are busy and I don’t want to burden them with planning my baby shower) and decided to mold the idea of this baby shower to them. At first, they were a little “huh?” when I said I didn’t want to do the wicker chair, wishing well, diaper cake, baby feet, baby girl banners, etc etc. But as I explained how I thought all those embellishments were tacky, cliché, and kinda weird for guys to be around, they started to understand.
So here are some of the decisions we have made:
Home VS Hall VS Restaurant – Unfortunately the baby is due to pop in late April so the shower has to be in March or early April. Not the most reliable weather in the world happens around then. So the option to have it at a home seemed a little unreasonable (I have a big family). Restaurant seemed like the next logical choice, but restricted us from having the kind of celebration I really wanted. The hall seemed like the better choice. So we rented a space where we can be free to be as loud as we wanted!
lunch VS dinner – I suggested finger foods (sandwiches, empanada’s, hors d’oeuvres) but my mother was a nay on that. We looked at caterers but couldn’t decide on any. My precious auntie Aya volunteered her cooking services and now what I thought would be a simple few eats has become a full menu! Rice, chicken, pernil, potato salad, etc etc. This is going to be a Puerto Rican feast! Hey, Jeremy and I are not complaining! WOO HOO!
Entertainment – my brother will be bringing his DJ equipment and we will be listening to some of our favorite tunes! I want songs 80’s, 90’s and today. 80’s for when Jeremy and I were born, 90’s because that’s when our personalities were ultimately formed, and today for when our daughter is born. Aww adorable. Plus I want to get down to some Biggie, Nas and Mary J. East Coast for life!
Games – I want active games. Not those word finding games or jelly beans in jars. Those are okay, but not really me. What I designed was a contest. 6 teams of 2 people (preferably couples) will vie for the first place prize. 2nd and 3rd prize games available too. Games will include beer in a baby bottle chugging, timed rubber ducky bobbing, nipple toss, bottle bowling and maybe baby charades. I’m still formulated the whole thing. It’s going to be epic. We may also have a poker tournament going on for the gentleman that prefers to win a little money. That will happen based on if we have enough volunteers.
So that’s pretty much it so far. As I get the things together I will post how it is going along. April 1st is the day it all goes down. Everyone thinks its going to be when I announce the ultimate April Fools Joke: “HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT, I’M NOT PREGNANT”
As awesome as that sounds, I assure you, I’m fully knocked up!