Day 324: The Baby Shower

Baby showers... ugh... its almost like a trip to the dentist for me.

I have absolutely no reference point when it comes to children, or babies. I'm the baby of the family and I don't have any neices or nephews. I didn't grow up around children and I can count on one hand the times I have changed a diaper.

I do like children and babies but I just don't know what to do around them, and I certainly don't have anything to talk about when it comes to them.

I feel a bit like a failure at baby showers. I can usually find some nugget to draw upon for most conversations, but when it comes to babies I draw a complete blank.

I'm like a fish out of water. I go because I love my friends and I am honored they invite me, but it is awkward to say the least.

At least there were no taste the baby food, or put candy bars in diapers games at todays event, I can't stand those things!

But we did have conversation starter questions to ask the new mom... or answer ourselves depending on the question.

While others drew the questions 'what would you name the baby?' and 'what trait do you hope the baby picks up from the parents?' I ended up with 'whats your best poop/diaper story?'

Seriously!? All I could think of was my cats! And I was pretty sure no one wanted to hear about dingleberries during lunch. Thankfully, I did get a pass and a new question much better suited for the occassion.

The good thing about today was it wasn't all about babies, it was more about friendship and celebrating the new mom.

What a wonderful feeling to be surrounded by such a lovely group of women.

Adding to the anxiety of the event... I was the only single woman there but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

The chef at the restaurant we went to comes on our show frequently, and he is pretty hot so I took the opportunity to get all dolled up and strut my stuff.

Ok, not strut my stuff, but at least show off in non-work attire.

Unfortunately I'm an idiot. He came out to say hello and of course the new mom introduced him to the group. I swear I think everyone in the room knew she was tryint to set us up. There's nothing more nerve wracking than 20 married women looking on while someone is trying to start a conversation between 2 people across 2 banquet tables.

I did my best, but I'm sure I sounded like an awkward fool, and I'm also pretty sure I broke out in hives on my chest just to add to the embarrassment.

But what's done is done, and I can only move forward from here, and hope he didn't notice or thinks I'm cute and finds my nervousness 'endearing'.

So here I sit, enjoying a glass of wine from my trip to Napa and a quiet Saturday night while I daydream about a romantic dinner in the kitchen of the kitchen of the restaurant, and maybe even a short makeout session with the chef.