I don’t like baby showers. There I’ve said it. As the co-author of a baby book (which makes an excellent baby shower gift by the way) and purveyor of all things baby shouldn’t I live for a baby shower?
Maybe. But I don’t.
I guess the main reason showers give me the shivers is that I’m a Brit. We’re starting to be invaded by the shower bug now, but up until I moved to Canada in 1999 I’d thankfully never been subjected to a shower – bridal or baby. I prefer the English tradition of visiting the new family after the baby is born. I love giving presents to my friends, especially cute baby gear or a piece of survival kit you’ve discovered that you know will make the new mom’s life that much easier, but I don’t like the expectation of giving a gift and the let’s-all-watch-while-we-open-them side of the baby shower. And then I find myself in the situation where I’ve been to the shower and given a gift but visiting the mom and new baby empty handed feels wrong, so buy another one. It seems like a ‘double your money’ scam similar to throwing an engagement party. Everyone is expected to turn up with a gift and then has to get you something else when they come to the actual wedding.
Secondly baby showers are traditionally held before the baby is born and I can’t get used to the idea of celebrating something that hasn’t happened yet. For me it’s just tempting fate – too many ‘what ifs’. Nuff said.
Thirdly I find baby showers have a high cringe factor. You always get at least one been-there-done-that guest who’s intent on sharing her birthing story blow by blow and push by push (mindless of the poor mom-to-be who’s going to have to go through it all in a month’s time and is already shitting herself anxious). It’s too late for the showeree to change her mind at this point, but what about the poor young single girl from the office who, after the gory accounts of childbirth and tales of cracked nipples, varicose veins and stress incontinence is unlikely to even consider motherhood?
To top it off we start playing silly guessing games like name the pureed baby food and what’s in the diaper? Once you’re a mom, sticking your tongue in brightly coloured mush and investigating the contents of a diaper are daily occurrences, but for a young girl yet to experience these treats of motherhood it can be quite horrific. Even if the ‘poop’ in the daper game is really Nutella, peanut butter, melted Mars bar and Chocolate Philadelphia, at this point the poor girl will likely head for the hills.
What’s worse as a young single girl than having to sit around a lot of clucking broody women and smile politely at their momecdotes? What’s worse if you’re still looking for Mr. Right, horribly aware of your biological clock ticking when not only have you had to endure the bridal showers of all your friends, now you have to endure their baby showers? What’s worse if you’re trying unsuccessfully to get pregnant than an afternoon of in-your-face baby celebrations? In fact who does enjoy a baby shower? The mom to be – because she gets showered with gifts!
I have to admit I really didn’t want a baby shower, but MomSurvival is a very persuasive lady and a fantastic party host. We cut it down the middle and had a welcome the baby shower when Pickle was a month old. Did I enjoy it? Of course I did – an afternoon spent with dear friends and family, yummy cupcakes and gorgeous baby shower gifts – what’s not to like?
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