Showers… of the baby kind.

My youngest son is on the verge of entering high school, leaving the baby days well and truly behind me. It feels like a lifetime ago since I’ve had to drag my weary, breast-milk-soaked body out of bed for early morning feeds or deal with a recalcitrant toddler deciding that 4am was the perfect time to start the day. You have NO idea how happy that makes me. 

However I still get excited for those who are about to embark on the great baby adventure. One of my very good mates is one of these gals. She and her husband have a son already making this child Baby No 2. The baby shower was held over the weekend, the perfect excuse for we women to gather, celebrate and talk about at length the impending birth. There was wine, a selection of delicious savoury and sweet nibblies, AND an awesome cake.  

The happy woman NOT having the baby…
Being women, we naturally discussed labour and pre-natal care. It is amazing how the business of having a baby has changed over the years. Attitudes and ‘rules’ have been rewritten and revised; what I was once told in hospital after the birth of my first son in 1989 is world’s away from what mothers are told now. And while we’re talking changes, how about names? Apple, Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily and Sparrow anyone? We all pledged to help the Mother-to-be with her quest of finding a name she and the Father-to-be could agree on. With traditional spelling, ploise! 
So cute!
How’s this for an awesome cake? Such a clever design and as well as looking good, it tasted even better. Like I’ve always said, you can’t go wrong with chocolate mud cake. Between all the baby shower guests present, we polished off the boobs, along with most of the bow. I guess you could say it was Boobalicous. *coughs* Ridiculous pun intended, sorry.
The baby is due sometime in early February and already has a long line of ‘other’ mothers looking forward to that first cuddle. Because that’s the next best thing, isn’t it? I love babies, I really do. The way their fingers instinctively curl around your own, the velvety softness of a newborn’s head, the pure sweetness in the scent of their skin. But the maternal pull of having more of my own has long gone. So I take all my joy in the delights of other people’s babies – I get the pleasure of the cuddle but someone else does the nightshift! Win/Win!
When was the last time you were at a baby shower? 

6 responses to “Showers… of the baby kind.”

  1. Unknown Avatar

    That cake is so cool! The last baby shower was my own last year and I am over the early mornings, all I want is a sleep in!

  2. Mumabulous Avatar

    I couldn't be happier in the knowledge that I'll never be holding a baby shower again.

  3. What Sarah Did Next Avatar

    That first year is tough, I STILL remember how hard it was even after all this time! It does get better though xx

  4. What Sarah Did Next Avatar

    HAHAHA! Couldn't have said it better myself, darling 🙂

  5. Ness Avatar

    That's what my hubby always says to defend our choice of boring old David for our youngest son, (apart from bringing back Dave lol) that we didn't want to call him Apple or Orange lol

  6. What Sarah Did Next Avatar

    Nothing wrong with a traditional name, Ness – I know quite a few Dave's and they're great!

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