For some reason, all my friends got knocked up at the same time. I went to a baby shower yesterday, and another one the Sunday before that. As a general rule, I don’t like baby showers because I have no interest in (a) babies or (b) being in a room full of women talking about babies. But because I am such a good friend, I go to these damn parties and do my best to have a good time. Honestly, these two weren’t so bad. Shower #1 had a cool theme (and booze), and shower #2 had great food (and booze). So without further ado, an ode to my favorite pregnant people:
Katie’s shower had a celebrity magazine theme, so the tables were decorated with baby-related magazine articles, and there was a red carpet and backdrop set up so Katie could take pictures with everyone. Then everyone got a framed copy of their photo as a little souvenir…Here’s ours:
Lydia’s shower was small and also included brunch with some amazing food: fruit salad, mini cheesecakes, egg souffle, cheesy potato casserole, and mimosas. The highlight of this party was the cake decorating fail. It was supposed to say “Hooray Lydia!” but instead the grocery store bakery employee wrote “Hurry! Lydia” But really, the sentiment is still appropriate. I think Lydia more than anyone is in a hurry to get that baby out of her.
Oh yeah, and then there were baby presents and stuff. Yada yada.
Finally, let me just point out how super smokin’ hot these pregnant ladies are, and I’d like to state for the record that – even though I think babies are pointless, unproductive members of society – I am happy for my friends. I look forward to meeting the little ones…when they start high school.