A Baby Shower

I was an ungrateful cow and basically had a baby shower, kicking and scream. The Boy said I was a curmudgeon.

My friend, J, had been asking for weeks and weeks whether she could throw me one. As a Brit, it seems weird to have a party so people can essentially bring you gifts, but J was cajoling and had promised it would be low-key. (Her husband also said that J would die if I didn't let her host one for me.)

And what a shower it was. There were games - chugging competitions using baby bottles, the Price is Right with baby merchandise, and a diaper cake. It was just lovely, wholesome fun and importantly, J didn't make me open gifts in front of everyone.

Fun!