Baby Blue(s)

I hosted a baby shower today. Yes, you read that correctly - I hosted a baby shower. I have no love for kids but "the bun in the oven" will be my 2nd cousin. Baby Mama or as I like to refer to her as "Baby Bump" is my mother's sister's daughter or my first cousin. Love her, mean it. "Lil' Bits" first day in this world will be forced on November 23rd. Generally pregnancy of/by/for anyone makes me cringe with anxiety, desire of the unknown and gas but in this case I am elated. Elation has occurred because the "when are you gonna have a little one" questions have subsided while the attention is diverted elsewhere.

I have been following Baby Bump's pregnancy pretty closely - well as closely as one can without having a restraining order put against them. The curiosity of cravings is always my weakness. Baby Bump's cravings have been just two things thus far - Ramen noodles uncooked and raw bacon. Yes, raw bacon (makes gagging sounds). Out of the 8 months of gestation she has been sick 7 and with the nausea behind her - she has gained a total of 16 lbs. Not much I'd say for someone eating for two but what the fuck do I know? I mean, I eat for only one and can easily gain 16 lbs at one meal.

Ok, back to the shower stuff. "Lil Bits" is a boy so all decorations were blue- blue mints, blue plates, blue ribbons, blue toliet water, blue cake. All gifts were blue -blue onesies, blue socks, blue bottles, blue bibs (you get the idea). I am so glad Baby Bump did not get one of those disturbingly creepy breast pumps. The only thing missing from the shower was hooch. No one spiked the punch to my dismay. I thought it tacky if I had spiked the punch since I were hosting, so I brought in my own flask (in blue) and took nips in the men's bathroom, not really, but it would have been cool if I did.

With one shower down, one baby well on his way I can honestly say I am anxiously awaiting the arrival and not running for the hills.