Sister's Baby Shower - Girly Wishes

I made my sister’s girlfriend cry at the shower. Tears. Actual tears.

All night long, everyone was of course asking me how I felt (“Oh, great, thanks….), how things are going (“they’re going,” “we’re getting there”), and telling me how “cute” I looked (smile – “thanks!”). All of that was fine. Well, because I have learned in the last month that when people ask how you’re feeling when you are pregnant, they don’t really want to know. Unless it’s your OB/GYN. He might. Everyone else is just being polite. I realized this because when you start to tell them you are not feeling so hot, that you throw up in your mouth at least four times a night and your boobs itch so badly they feel like they are going to erupt into flames….well, people get uncomfortable and they want to leave the conversation. So now I just smile and say, “Oh great, thanks” and I contribute to the false belief that all non-pregnant women have that pregnancy is so wonderful. I digress.

Throughout the night, I was, as usual, making many comments about my baby being a girl. I mentioned that I talk to her and call her Juliette (because how beautiful is that name?? I can’t wait to have a Juliette!), that I only buy girly things, that I just know it is a girl I am cooking.

So after my sister was finished opening her gifts (a ton of diapers – I am jealous. And yet I still can’t believe I am jealous of a ton of diapers) I offered to show some people my newly moved-into house next door. Her friend came along. We toured the house, everyone oohed and ahhed and then left to go back to my mom’s. But not this friend. She touched my arm in the kitchen and very quietly said, “You need to stop. You’re really upsetting me.” I asked what was wrong and she said, “Your baby might be a boy and you need to love him!” I sort of half laughed but then saw the tears – actual tears – in her eyes. I froze. Now this girl is an incredibly sweet, yet partially-paranoid mother of two (a boy and a girl, so easy for her to say right?). I said, “I will of course love my baby no matter what!” She continued. “I think you should go find out what it is. Ask your doctor, don’t tell anyone. That way, you can come to terms with it if it’s a boy. You need to.” I said, “I will be fine. I promise.” Then, to lighten the awkward moment, I said, “…because I know it’s a girl.” That didn’t help. The tears then fell and she added, “And stop calling it Juliette. Call it Baby. Please. I called mine Baby.” I finally just yes’d her to death and smiled a whole lot so she doesn’t call CPS on me before I even give birth.  Geez. She’s not even pregnant and she cried. I wonder how many other people are worried about me with my girl-obsession!

(To all those who agree with the friend and think that I am the crazy one: I will love my child. Whole-heartedly. I don’t doubt that with one fiber of my being. Just because I picture myself with a pink, long-haired, glittered baby doesn’t mean I won’t love the hell out of my potential son. Promise. I just hope it’s a girl ;) ).

95 days to go!!!