A while ago, my brothers and I got together for an evening out. The youngest brother and I suspected imminent baby news from the middle brother, because he and his wife had gone out of their way to meet our parents for lunch the weekend before, and thereafter he promptly suggested our gathering. We knew that before too long they’d be working towards such things, though we had no confirmation that they had already begun.
About 45 minutes in, middle brother let us know that his wife will be his designated driver until early December. Even though I wasn’t at all surprised, I found out that I was THRILLED. It shocked me how thrilled I was / am. I’ve had friends announcing pregnancies since 2007 (good god, one of my law school besties has a kid that’s going into KINDERGARTEN. wut.) and to be perfectly honest, I’ve never been *thrilled* about any of them. Don’t get me wrong- of course I’m happy for anyone who is happy about their family expanding. But for every announcement, there’s always been a little voice in the back of my head saying “but.. you’re a 2L!” or “did you MEAN to do that? like, it’s on PURPOSE?” or “you’re going to move to the suburbs and we’ll never have fun again” or “noooo, you were always the one other hold-out!” or little worries for safety and health or whatever else. Even though I knew this announcement was coming, I found myself grinning like an idiot as middle brother talked. Sure, I jumped up, hugged him, and exclaimed, “You’re fertile!” like a jackass.
Then I immediately went into planning mode. WUT. This is all so unlike me. It’s due in early December? I’m hosting Thanksgiving again because HOLY CRAP YOU MIGHT BE HAVING A BABY. Oooh, I get to throw a baby shower! That’s what aunts do, right? OH MY GOSH BABY CHRISTMAS. I hardly recognize myself.
They won’t be finding out the sex. I approve wholeheartedly. My Insane Mother will let me use her house for a shower (her family is in the Chicago area; a Michigan-area shower must happen as well. and using Grandma-to-be’s house means no rental fee which means MORE MONEY FOR CAKE. I’m good at this party thing, guys) and I’m already digging around online for invitations (thanks, Ty, for the ideas! I’m going to be creeping on all your plans even though I’m looking at an October/November shower instead of late summer) and looking through cake galleries and wondering what sort of nursery theme, if any, they’ll be having because that will influence shower stuff. WHO AM I?
Anyway, if you have any ideas for shower stuff (activities, noms, games, decorations, themes, favors, whatever) that don’t suck, please let me know. You know which ones suck – the melted candy bars in diapers and so forth. Really, anything to do with diapers. Ew.
IMMA BE AN AUNT!!